inspiration from a penknife... weird eh..?
Thursday, April 14, 20055:39 AM
the cutter
my wrist
visions of horror
run through my head
blood, darkness
pushed over the edge
all things to do
with nether realms
what people,
even i
once considered evil,
advisory not to mess with
now i embrace with warmth
call me a freak
but all of a sudden
all things dark and devilish
are flames of hope
to me
the biting wind
nips at my skin
leaving me cold and raw
silence is my only friend
depression my home
sadness, my mother
confusion, my father
and insanity
my only hope
no, im not gothic
nor am i satanic
i've only just lost
my puny little mind
driven to such a stage
falling off the brink
Loneliness holds my hand
and accompanies me
through this night
in this void of nothingness
he's my only one
but even Loneliness
would leave me
to be
alone...
the edge of the blade
insanity-fuelled thoughts
im shot to pieces
all broken fragments
lie scattered, unwanted
on the ground
pools of blood
warm
carpets the floor
from a once living
me.
does the image of me
haunt you?
does the sound of my voice
whisper out from within walls?
does the melody of my singing
resound in your dreams?
why?
what did i do?
questions fill my mind
im ready to explode
i close my eyes
escape from this place
is all i ask for
would no one help?
all that i once knew
now
has faded awayLabels: confusion, depressed, literature, teenage life
say something,
say it RIGHT.
