Closed In, by Francesca Gordiani Subscribe to rss feed for Francesca Gordiani

Emotions hide inside.
Deep. 
So deep there's only one 
way to let them free, really. 

Maybe more than one. 
The more sensible one would be
pen to paper, i suppose.
Not enough i fear though. 

My mind rushes
along with adrenaline in my veins.
I pick it up. 
My partner in crime.

Run the tip of it 
across my skin. 
Collect my thoughts and
tease myself with the knife.

Sometimes i want to cut
deep. 
So deep that it reaches my 
hidden thoughts and emotions. 

I beg for the 
blood to trickle down my skin already.
But the knife isn't deep enough yet.
Now? Can i saddisfy my needs now?

I suppose it would be alright.
Yes. Now's perfect.
A straight line. 
On the lower left side of my stomach. 

God, this feels great. 
Close to dead inside till this moment. 
So liberating. 
I need to come back to reality. 

I hate these stupid 
fucking
feelings that won't let me be. 
No clue really how to rid them.

This is the only way i really
know how to. 
Everything else won't work for me.
Even 5 minutes of peace will do. 

That's about 5 minutes more of happiness.

Posted: 2008-09-17 05:57:15 UTC

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2010-07-13 05:50:20~**AGE_TEA**~
i can feel the emotions in ur poems. this one is good. though the thought of hurting oneself is not...