Please

Please

A Poem by dorkfish
"

the need for the pain and the need for the scars.

"

Crying because I am so greatly stressed
That its sending me into mind panic attacks.

 

I have 3 things for English I should do
[and I am already failing]
I have a huge art project that I’m falling so far behind in
[and also already failing the class]
I’m not doing so well in math
And no where near finished with my D.T.P. project
Due very, very soon.

 

I don’t want to go back there
I cant stand the place
Most of the students are stuck up
And a majority of the teachers aren’t much better.
I cant take going there and home
Back and forth
Between two places that make me so horrible depressed.

 

I want my lighter back
Just a few more burns
It helps get me past all this worry
Or at least suppress it for a while
Then I could do a fast mediocre job at all my work
And get to sleep.

 

I love and hate sleep
It makes the real world go away
But sometimes it brings a world of pain and fear.

 

My jaw is tight and clenched
I hate this
I hate not being able to make it go away
I just want a lighter…
Please?

© 2008 dorkfish


Author's Note

dorkfish
the please at the end should sound rather helpless and needy and something that may convince someone to cave in and agree to "this last time" give a lighter to me...
this was writen Jan 15, 2008.
thoughts, questins, commenst... all is welcome and as always, thank you for reading.

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Well, a lighter might not help, but Darkness always does. I tend to take showers in the dark. The first stimulis is weird, but then it relaxes me. This is well writen, not much needs to be done to it. Point made, good job :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I love music, it keeps me alive on a daily basis. I'm that girl you might see in your class but never know her name, or you see in the hall completely oblivious to the world with my head phones in and.. more..

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