Sex, Ex and self harm, by hidden
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you stand there
in all your glory
you look at me
but I'm another story
my mind tells me
we had the best times
but my wrists
paint another picture
I cant help but feel
remorse and regret
that i let you go
you walk right past me
I punish myself
for the insults I didn't throw
talking to my friends
you work your charms
they fall for you
when will this end
this circle of pain
you hurt me
but i leave you
who stands to gain
just after you
i slit my wrists
let it bleed
now your back
standing before me
you know not
of the blood I've freed
now you start to talk
obliviouse to the tension
Can think of a million replies
but i choke
I can't help but feel
all the emotions
that you put me through
all the skin i peel
now it's obviouse
as you stare at me
you still
you still love me |
Posted: 2005-12-16 20:43:41 UTC |
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2005-12-13 20:46:44 | FRozEnMERcuRY |
its so familiar a story, you arent the only one. it tugs at my heart. |
2005-12-16 20:42:48 | hidden |
Nice to know. I'm not to sure about this one, I think I'll change it to a 1, 3 device. Thanks for the comment though |