Practice What You Preach

I did it again,

just this morning.

After so long of them just being scars,

I've re-opened them.

It hurt.

But that's what I want.

The blood was there,

and everywhere.

The tears ruined my makeup.

Is it teen angst?

Maybe,

but I don't think so.

I'm so tired of being told,

it can be worse.

Yes, I know this, 

but I don't want to think about how it could be,

let me think about how it is.

I tell my friends to drop the blade.

I should probably practice what I preach.

Reviews

[sette]

the poem is full of angst and anger but then pretty normal instead of venting find a positive outlet for it. the piece of writing is quite good.

[emodemon666]

Thank you. And I will try.

[sette]

you are welcome and keep it up the writing i mean