Digging

I don't remember who I am 

and forgot what makes me tick

but the blood I scratch out of my skin

reminds me that I'm sick

It escapes my arms as I open the gates

I watch it run so free

It's red and bold and full of life

It's not a thing like me

No, I'm not out of my mind,

my mind is out of me

I am simply a hollow shell

Of who I used to be 

I scratch my skin and let it out

I dig my nails so deep

I can't put an end to this pain

Because it's also my relief

- lr

Reviews

[Justin]

very amazing, you talked about something which a lot of people go through on a daily bases, everyone has something they which they could change about themselves!!!! amazing job lexi!!!

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you!

[emipoemi]

"I'm not out of my mind
My mind is out of me"

Poetry in motion!! Absolutely brilliant! I can certainly hope it aint truth, but for what it's worth, this is a genuine gem!! Well done!

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you!

[Franky]

This is chilling. I do much hope for your sake that this is fiction.