A Poem by Laura Sparkle

Worthless and pointless seem to be the thoughts you have of me,
For in your ignorance you broke my soul again...
And blood seeps through my wounds
Into my clothes, again.

"Wrap it up" your voice says inside my mind,
But all I want to do is watch it pour...
Until it covers me, until I cannot see the floor.

Your calling my name snaps me out of it,
What seems like whispers are actual screams...
And I see the mess I've made, again...
I hear your worries through the silence,
And I feel immortal, again: Another slice.

Why isn't this working? I wish to ask you this,
And if I can move my need to something more addictive...
But I know your fears, my dear...
That I will fall and love something china white with golden eyes...

There's silence in my head for a change,
And everything crimson seems to drown me out,
The heartbeat dimming seems to be a sign
I've gone too far. This time. Once more.

Maybe I should call someone,
To tell the world a word...
But I can't bring myself to lift up the phone...

Worthless and pointless, is what I think of me...
And in your ignorance you cut my soul, again...
But despite the blood rushing in and out of me,
I'll keep pushing, living this tragedy.

© 2012 Laura Sparkle

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Added on November 1, 2012
Last Updated on November 1, 2012


Laura Sparkle
Laura Sparkle

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