A Twisted Heart

 

 

 

 

  

I look at them;

I slowly rub over them with my finger tips,

The cut by my eye, the wounds on my arm;

All my secrets running though my mind,

 

I look at them;

Turning red,

Puffing up;

The pain I love to feel,

 

For I have love for the darkness I carry;

The anger,

The despair;

The cruel emotions that empower me,

 

While the thoughts;

The emotions,

Tare and eat at me;

For there the poisons that are held inside,

 

So bring the pain;

Bring the anger,

Bring the cuts;

And the wounds,

 

Bring that sweet, tingling pain;

That warm, red puffiness,

Them beautiful red cut marks;

The scares that follow,

 

Bring the wonderful twisting in my gut;

The release of these unwanted emotions,

That sweet pain I love to feel;

The strain no longer in this twisted heart,

 

I look at them;

The missing layers of skin to create these beautiful marks,

While I feel there roughness;

The story their never tell,

 

There here but not;

Shown but not truly seen,

The despair they hold;

The pain not shown,

 

These gorgeous proofs of sorrow;

The things wished for but never come true,

The happiness that was never bestowed upon me;

The things I hide,

 

They show Boredom;

But not exhilaration,

They show nail marks;

But not there true importance,

 

They do not show the reasons;

The value,

The sickness I hold;

The true love of this pain that I love to tolerate.

 

 

Reviews

[WoFer]

interesting, good message and flow.
this is a strong peice

[Baby Boy]

Gurl, you have such a way with words and a style that is alll your own! I luv that! Very talented you is sweetie and this write just proves that! You got my attention gurl! I'm feeling you! :) One luv!


-JC-