You envelope me.
Sharlply slicing through the walls I worked so hard to build up.
You mock me, taunting me with thoughts of hope and sercurity.
Smack!
Down I fall.
Hard.
Blood flows from my chest.
Poison, from my lips.
My hands betray me.
My words betray me.
I am alone, broken.
Why?
Why do I continue this journey through sorrow?
Why don’t my gaurdian angels rescue me!?!
I lay, still.
I’m dead.
No!
I’m alive!
So I punch
And I cut
And I scream
Trying, failing to release the fire inside my soul.
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My first attempt at poertry. Consructive criticism?
3 comments
The only croticism I will give you is that its a damn shame we’re the only ones reading this, so hook a mic to a speaker and let the planet hear your soul.
Wow thanks so much! That means alot <333
I know this is a late comment on this post but I just want to remind you that its hope thats keeping you alive. And you punching and cutting just shows how much you want to get out of the darkness. It shows how much you need that angel to save you. I read your latest post on here and I’m not trying to let you know whats best for you. I’m just letting you know that i can relate to that. I hope your doing a whole lot better ever since your last post. But if you need someone to talk to. You can talk to me, im willing to listen even though your kind of a stranger right now. But i love to help people. and im not saying you need help exactly im just saying maybe i.