As Seams Rip

As Seams Rip

A Poem by Linzey
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Writing in the moment is sometimes the wrong thing to do. Having it always there to see your raw feelings. I just hope these ones here are not true.

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My mind twists and turns from the thoughts of agony
Never being good enough
Always doing something wrong
When can I finally break this routine
Always hurting myself
Even when I don't realize it
How can I be so stupid
Acting before I think
Impulse never leads to stability
All it ever leads to is change
Momentum sprawling me forward onto the floor
Unable to ever catch myself
Always needing someone else to
Dependent on all things
Love, laughter and happiness
I guess I can say I was in heaven while it lasted
Goodbye to all of our long talks
Goodbye to smiling when I get home
Goodbye all that has kept me from breaking down each and every day
I will miss you
I did not mean to hurt you or confuse you
I absolutely did not mean to scare you
Fear is just too normal in this world
Courage needing to be put into its place
Compassion and love needs to be found
To help me forget yet another pain
Yet another scar along this ever so broken heart
I hope this cut isn't as deep as it feels
If so...
Goodbye cruel world
Hello sweet death that fills my still beating heart

© 2010 Linzey


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Well, you were in a dark place when you wrote this, eh :-P

Not bad at all, very depressing which is something I don't always finish reading, but this was very well written.

I can't help but think that cutting yourself won't help, never done it and never will. Not really something blokes do though :-)

Here's hoping you don't do it anymore.

Anyway, good write, kudos!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Linzey
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