By crimson-river on July 5th 2008, late afternoon.
on topic Who am I? Really
I thought I knew myself so well.
And now that I realize I don't, it hurts.
Everything I thought I would never throw away
I gave them up for good.
I have a new beginning
but I don't know what to make of it.
I don't know how to start over
when I never really had a complete end.
It all happens so suddenly.
I weaken and snap.
Everyone thinks I'm paranoid
and they don't understand.
I'm too scared to seek help.
So everyone leaves me be.
I only get worse
so I'm contemplating, suicide.
Soon, they notice my pain.
The cuts on my arms they don't take as a game.
I start to get defensive
and throw my fist into faces.
I struggle to get away
but I give up the fight.
They cuff my wrists
as I lose my battle for death.
Author notes
True Story. That's all I want to say at this point.
[Reward: double points]
Comments
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Ah..this is really a sad tone and the sad work reveling the bitter truths of life...thanks for sharing..
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this is really striking and moving. x
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Great! Your poem reads much better now!
Patty
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This is a painful and honest write and so full of many strong emotions. you have done a great job putting your feelings onto paper here. Yes, I would remove some of the commas. That is my opinion only. I would remove the comma in lines 1,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,14,15,22. I hope this helps. Nice write! Blessings, Patty
. Rewarded 6
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