Blue Agony

Blue Agony

A Poem by Life Is Blue

So now i'm here again..
At that point, i'm on the edge of doing it
That great feeling of the cold blade touching my skin
But still i can't do it.
Make the cold blade tear my veins apart
Mayby i feel like it's some kind of sin.
Thinking why can't i do it? Doesn't i care about my inner pain?
Do i have someone i can't leave yet?
I don't know, i don't know anything
Not now not ever..
I yearn for the cold blade, my blade, of agony.. Blue agony.
Maybe i'm just not ready, maybe i think there is someone i haven't met
How can it get any worse?
I'm hollow
I'm Deranged
I'm.. There, at that place where nothing matters
I yearn for the pain, the pain that i want but cannot get.
My life ain't hanging on a thread my life's not there
It disapered long ago along with my sanity and my feelings
I can't do what i want and i can't think what i want
I'm a marionette doll but my strings have been cut
Now i'll get back to where a was before
At my chair with my blade of blue agony
At that point where i actually could do it.

© 2010 Life Is Blue


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Life Is Blue
Rewiev and give some constructing critisism.

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Excellent piece. Your use of the marionette after already stating how hollow you were gives off an especially heavy concept of the woodenness of your feelings, while contrasting with the pain you describe. Depression sucks as I'm sure an awful lot of us can say from experience, and your poem sums it up nicely. Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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So descriptive. Great writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Beautifully emotive and raw, real emotion thrums through the piece giving a beat of powerful hurt and despair. Something I can relate to and felt the words strike within me as the images of your metaphors were brought forth. Beautiful symphony of words and sentences you have woven together, they twine together and have created a harrowing poem of despondent defeat. Melancholy manipulated to form a serene elegance sad and honest.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is really good!
I enjoyed reading it!
I love the use of words, yeah there's a few errors in the poem but whatever we know what you mean.
I like the fact that you keep question things like "Doesn't i care about my inner pain?" and so on!
Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing!
~A Fallen Heroine~

Posted 13 Years Ago


Excellent piece. Your use of the marionette after already stating how hollow you were gives off an especially heavy concept of the woodenness of your feelings, while contrasting with the pain you describe. Depression sucks as I'm sure an awful lot of us can say from experience, and your poem sums it up nicely. Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

aside from a few grammatical errors, this is a great piece. dark, and definitely not a path i recommend, but i can understand. emotional pain is worse than physical pain to me, so i understand the idea well. it's just something i've fought against through sheer force of will and pure stubborness

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

not bad

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great Poetry, a Great read. Do not mistake this for me saying do it. Because i'd kill ya if ya did... Great Read, thanks for sharing.


A Fallen Hero

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Life Is Blue
Life Is Blue

Brande, Midtjylland, Denmark



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