BeautifulSilence
March 20th, 2009, 08:45 PM
For some reason, they seem better when I'm writing them. Apologies for they suck, but thought I'd get 'em typed up anyways.
**Note: These poems are related to self-harm.**
Poem One
Another bad day
Emotions running high
Resisting temptations never worked
The disease is too strong
Too powerful
Withdrawal symptoms
The cracks are showing
An airless inhale
Desperate for breath
Screaming pains
Cry in my head
My eyes fill up
My hand shakes
This stream is flowing
Determination breaks
On the floor
On the edge
On my own
Submission begins
I reach for my fate
Begging for some other way
I get my release
But for how long?
For come next week
I know I won't
I know I can't
Be so strong
Poem Two
The act is over - I've retired backstage
No need to pretend I'm okay - I'm alone
The make up - masking my hurt - falls from my face
It tries desperately to escape me - my tradgedy
It's time again - my tension to be released
I reach for my latest prop - a shiny new blade
I let it dance upon my arm - creating a show
Warm red tears flow from my flesh - from the eyes I have made
I cannot cry - my skin does that now
I smile - the sweetness of pain
Soon I'm ashamed - I promised my co-stars
My cuts are merely a persona - they're required
Not for me - for my managers
I hide my latest body art - I fake another smile
It's time to go on stage - an encore is demanded
Glitter - gloves - guilt
I'm ready - the final perfomance
**Note: These poems are related to self-harm.**
Poem One
Another bad day
Emotions running high
Resisting temptations never worked
The disease is too strong
Too powerful
Withdrawal symptoms
The cracks are showing
An airless inhale
Desperate for breath
Screaming pains
Cry in my head
My eyes fill up
My hand shakes
This stream is flowing
Determination breaks
On the floor
On the edge
On my own
Submission begins
I reach for my fate
Begging for some other way
I get my release
But for how long?
For come next week
I know I won't
I know I can't
Be so strong
Poem Two
The act is over - I've retired backstage
No need to pretend I'm okay - I'm alone
The make up - masking my hurt - falls from my face
It tries desperately to escape me - my tradgedy
It's time again - my tension to be released
I reach for my latest prop - a shiny new blade
I let it dance upon my arm - creating a show
Warm red tears flow from my flesh - from the eyes I have made
I cannot cry - my skin does that now
I smile - the sweetness of pain
Soon I'm ashamed - I promised my co-stars
My cuts are merely a persona - they're required
Not for me - for my managers
I hide my latest body art - I fake another smile
It's time to go on stage - an encore is demanded
Glitter - gloves - guilt
I'm ready - the final perfomance