Well, I know its been like half a year almost...i suppose its time i get off my a$$ and post somethin. Basically, I only have depressing poems right now...but we'll see.
SilenceI slam the door shut
and put a hole in the wall.
The blood rushes through me
as I scream, punch, and fall.
I look frantically around my room
before spotting what I need;
what I desire and what I crave
to complete this evil deed.
I grab the matches and the razor
and settle onto my floor.
Strike! A match is lit and burning;
Burning to my core.
Heat pain and burning flesh;
the fire sits on my arm.
I feel the pain, but I love it.
I light another one to do more harm.
When I’m done, I see the scars-to-be
and a crooked smile appears on my face.
Big red circles that sting like hell;
Gotta hide everything so there’s no trace.
But it’s not enough, not at all.
So I grab the blade, cold and rusted.
I cut lines designs and shapes;
Point is, I cannot be trusted.
The cool metal touches my skin
I press down as hard as ever
No reason to not, right?
Have I been happy? Never.
But, wait…something’s wrong.
There’s too much red.
I didn’t want this,
I don’t want to be dead.
My heart just hurts, that’s all.
There’s too much pain and too much violence
I didn’t want this.
And then there was silence.
ScarletAll alone and suffering deeply,
I hold my life all to freely.
Sitting down I weigh the choices;
a life of pain or the death of painful voices.
Holding the blade and thinking it through,
not sure if I should, but I do.
Everything fades, there's only red,
but the pain hasn't stopped and I'm not dead.
So I do it again, again and again,
pushing harder and wishing for the end.
Closing my eyes, I lay my body down,
I feel the blood rushing, but I frown.
I look at my arm and see the scarlet flowing.
Tears fall from my eyes without my knowing.
Truth sets in that I'm still here,
so I'll try it again, with or without fear.
I LOVE MY KARE-BEAR