Do You Think I'm Weird...?

Very dark, suicidal poetry

...and my 34th scar deepened...

Razor-blades, scissors, broken bottles, rusted nails and safety pins,

A sharpened shrine of open veins, wrist sparkles with embedded things.

Head back, burning scalp, blood and hot-water, a stained shower-stall.

Up along my side, wire-thin tiger-stripes that will never see stitches,

Poke my eyes out, fake nails, artificial pain.

You need me but you push me away, too weird, ugly,

I might contaminate you.

Freakshow, I write failure, ugly, across my arms.

A dedication to you, my 'love.'

This hatred manifests below the surface,

A tumour festering behind manic laughter

And dried-out eyes. No more tears, I don't know how anymore.

So kill me a little more, destroy me like you did before,

Pills, discolouring in the jar, did they really think I'd take them?

Anti-depressants, I'm not anti-depression,

Please make me feel again.

I'm dying again.

Author's Note

If you're scared of the dark, stay away from the cave.

Reviews

[FallenRain]

great write! scared me a little but well done got out the message of the writing very clearly! its terrible many people feel this emotion, anger and frustration just take over.

[KatDarkness]

thanks FallenRain (nice username!) :D

[FallenRain]

no problem! such a great write! and thank you :)

[Rob Santana]

MASTERPIECE!!! Horrorifically written.........haha You left me speechless...This is how I want to write eventually. A little less rhyming and more straight forward madness that just consumes you,haha I love it. Don't get me wrong I really do like rhyming but I want to be able to write in different styles. Shelving this one.

[KatDarkness]

Thanks so much :) I'm so glad that you like it!