Wrists

I am a very demented person. I let the blood run from my veins onto the floor and the ink from my pen onto the paper to release my pain. Enjoy.

I sit here in darkness staring at my wrists.

Knife in hand deciding which first to cut.

Hiding from the fury of the world and its 10,000 fists.

I'm so tired of being called the seducing s**t.

 

Without my love I have no reason to live.

He was the only one I could ever want or need.

For him I gave everything that I could give.

Cold and alone, my wrists will forever bleed.

 

I would rather be buried in a deep pit of mud.

Instead I lay her screaming in my bed.

Crying and moaning in a puddle of my blood.

All I want now is to give up and be dead.

 

I'm so sick and tired of being this world's slave.

Hated and shamed they weigh me down with chains.

Please pick up your shovel and dig me up a grave.

The blood has been pouring for hours out of my veins.

 

So I take my chances and roll life's evil dice.

What a pathetic and horrid life, I'm so pissed.

But with this knife my skin and veins I will slice.

And pour out all my pain and agony from my wrists.

Reviews

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Damn, this was good. You express your feelings with perfection. I love the darkness you've presented. Haunting and disturbing, yet filled with deep emotion, and a sense of your heart just Yearning to be loved so much- Very awesome hun, really good job with this :)

Mikey

[Marie]

I liked it.

[Emily B]

Writing about it is so much better than living it. We all have feelings. We are given words to express them so that we don't hurt ourselves.

[Constance L. Hartwell]

f**k mann, this was me about 3 years ago...thank goodness im not in that place anymore. i hope that you find peace in your poetry and use it as a reason to go on...kudos! you're a great "poet".

[Jd Young]

Extremely deep. The first submission I've read in the competition and I like it.

m so sick and tired of being this world's slave.
Hated and shamed they weigh me down with chains.
Please pick up your shovel and dig me up a grave.
The blood has been pouring for hours out of my veins.

That was my favorite verse. It reminds me of myself, it hits real hard. I definitely feel where your coming from in this poem.

[Crystal L. Test]

Ok, I'm going to TRY and put aside the fact that I know and love you because this was VERY disturbing for me to read.

From a writer's perspective, I thought the rhyme and rhythm were really good. The words just rolled off my tongue, which is always a good sign that it's right. I do feel that you have addressed a very important topic that many people, both your age and otherwise, can relate to. Life definitely does not go according to plan and you've found a very constructive way to deal with that. Put the pen to the paper. :)

Here were my favorite lines:

Hiding from the fury of the world and its 10,000 fists.

And also:

Please pick up your shovel and dig me up a grave.

In these lines, you are recognizing that other's do have a direct effect on your life. Now take away their power over you and make it your own.