Just a few poems I thought I'd share... the first one I showed to Liz and Amy a while back, and the others were just.. bleh
I apologise in advance for a triple post, but these are long
Dead inside
Broken tears,
Shattered dreams.
Shrouded in the darkness that evelopes her sanity.
Sandpaper breath grates at her throat,
Taking in her next dry breath.
She hides in the corner,
Blade in hand as she begs and pleads to do it;
"Just one last time..."
Old scars hidden under fresh blood,
her body begs her to stop as her mind eggs her on.
Hands shaking,
Blunt end gripped tight.
Deep breaths shatter the cage her body has become.
Longing for death,
"It'll be better when I'm gone..."
Not yet dead,
Damned if she didn't try.
The world won't let her go,
It just wants her to cry.
Die slowly,
A painful existance.
On the very edge of her sanity,
Harnessed in by the realms of reality.
"No more, I just want-..."
Lost in the thoughts that twist and turn,
Lead her astray into a world that's no longer her home.
Uncomfortable in her own bed in her own domicile,
Misplaced in her own family,
Her self-made biological turbulance.
Dominated by the fact she doen't see her face,
When she looks in the mirror all she sees is a hole,
"All I see... I don't even have a soul..."
Raped by her own mind,
Left hollow inside.
A drone,
Slave to her pain.
Trying to march to the beat of that same damn drum,
But never fully in time.
Can't keep that rhythm,
Her feet tap out of beat,
Every other time.
"But everyone ignores me, I'm worse off for it..."
Listening to the melody of the smallest violin,
Marching to the beat of a different drum.
Lost in the hell that is her mind,
Trying desperately to escape the mentality,
The worthlessness that becomes her.
Razorblade thoughts sideswipe at her reality,
Distorted veiws of everything that her life has come to be.
"Who I am and what I see isn't what I wanted to be..."
Broken tears,
Shattered dreams.
Shrouded in the darkness that evelopes her sanity.
Sandpaper breath grates at her throat,
Taking in her last dry breath.
Metal to wrist,
The blood pours out.
As she rests her head on the pillow,
Pure white sheets are stained with her dirty red blood.
Closes her eyes and prays to her God,
"Oh please, tomorrow... Let me be gone..."
