this is the first piece of writing of this.. err.. genre that I've written. It's not done yet but please post on what I have so far.. I sit on my bed with the knife in my hand, above my wrist all thoughts running through me how you mocked me, with the life we could of led I think of everything that has happened between now and that day in November and I realize that even after all the pain you have caused me, I still love you but its not even love it's obsession, with you and the world I had in front of me I think of all the tears you've caused me and I slice down once I think of all the smiles I had to fake and how many times I had to say that words "nothing is wrong", and I slice down again, this time just a bit deeper then before I let out a cry of pain, but do it again I think of how, for these whole four years, you had me trapped in the thought of you.. and me and everything else I'm still trapped in it all, I still can't push through
ok... I understand. I chose to write it with this content because I have had experience with something like this. I was actually inspired to write about this because a someobe really close to me experienced immense problem. but back to the point... yeah I do understand.
I Like it. As a Self-Injury addict, I have to praise you for capturing the true feelings behind the addiction and the actions leading up to the use of SI. Great Job. ~* Silver
very raw,very direct i should say,but its sad to read that some1 betrayed u or someone else,nevermind the poem is well written and as u have told this is ur 1st attempt at writing anything like this makes it awesome.