07/03/2010 Untitled

I’m sorry that I’m not perfect.

The blade cuts so deep that nothing bleeds

Can you see the distress, the pain it causes me?

I cannot be everything you want me to.

I cannot give all that you need.

If you wanted perfection you shouldn’t have asked me

If you wanted protection you won’t find it here.

I’m just a girl.

I’m just me.

Who are you to expect more from me.

Can you dig your blade deeper into my flesh?

This blade that is the cause of my stress.

Can you put me down more

Is my spirit dead enough yet?

I feel as dead as I can get.

I used to be Emo.

I used to be Goth.

I used to be Someone.

But now I am not.

Can you destroy me any further?

How can I survive,

All you want me to do

Is to live in lies.

Lies that you’ve told me

Lies I’ve had to tell.

How am I living

In your man-made hell.

I’ve never believed more in a driving force

Than the hatred for you thats been festering inside.

The hate that I love every other time.

Author's Note

Hard to really say what this is about. Its another sleep deprived ramble.

Reviews

[Gomer LePoet]

You know Raven, I'm not perfect either. not even close. but know what else, I have a lot of pride and faith in myself. Sure I screw up. show me someone who does not and I'll show you a liar. I know about heartbreak. I know about not feeling wanted. But I release all my anxiety with a pencil, er keyboard, not a sharp edge. the only sharp edge I use is my tongue, or my mind in this case.
Read some of my poems and you will see what I mean. I also love to make fun of myself and tell really silly stories to make people laugh. Why don't you read some of my work and if doesnt make you smile or laugh or cry, then let me know and I'll work on another one until I get it right. OK.