To escape from the slits in my skin
Would be too much to askÂ
The perfect therapy
Letting evrything drain away
Just with a little stain.Â
So if you want to
Save me.
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Take me to the place
where I can be free
Where pain can’t find me.
Where the rivers aren’t salty with tears
And don’t empty to a sea
Red with blood.
A place where words are uselese
Because feelings tell the story.
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There
There are no misunderstandings
No abuse
No pain.Â
There
There is no worry
And no chance of being
Too late.
Take my handÂ
Take me to the place I long for
Take me to you.
Lead me.
The road is paved with bloody steel
And broken glass.Â
The trail is littered with lies
Lost causes wander along the egdes
And haunting memmories croud the center
Beckoning
With careless whispers
And glinting eyes
They call me.
I stand ouside a locked gate
And look in
At the horrorsÂ
Is this the road ahead?
Is this the path I must take?
Will I ever make it to the place?
To you?
I can’t
Please
Take my hand
Take me there.Â
To the only place I can be safe
From me. Â
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2 comments
I liked it, but don’t write too many, it could be overkill. Just write one really good one, and work on it for a month trying to polish it, or something like that. Like that poem I wrote which I posted on here, it’s nowhere near done, I still need to work on it for at least a month. Right now it is a bit more than jibberish, but after that month it should be pure fire.
This is all one poem. I just felt like spreading it out a bit. And I know it still needs work. I just felt like I had to out it somwhere. I had to get rid if all my poetry books because my mom decided to start going through all my things