DivineEshaShadow (Mar 09, 2011)
Heres a little poem i wrote last week, hope you guys like...
My skin is like a map
Showing me; reminding me where I was
And how far ive come
The remedies, the mixtures
Nothing seems to make them fade
Each space in-between is like a different page
Telling a story that i'd never give away
I wear long sleeves full of fear
I look in the mirror; I swear that im okay-
My skin is a burden
A reminder
A truth that I can never embrace
A broken smile that can never be brought back
Half-way smiling with these scars
Inside im crying for someone to set me free
I sit; I breathe
Flesh rips apart like my own heart
Exposing the only tears I have left
Pools of crimson that fade away
And all that remains are these scars...
Death is as generation is, a composition of like elements, and a decompostion into the same.
DivineEshaShadow (Mar 09, 2011)
You really did tell a story with this one... I felt the pain and the visual of thought in this writing. It saddens me to think about people actually hurting oneself to feel alive, but then again I relate about wanting to be or feel alive... It is hard living be dead inside. But it is true that every scar tells a story... Keep up the good writing, love to see more from you and if you ever need an ear I have two...^_^
The heart can't lie... Truth is... I love you!!!
everything come and go leaving behind traces, some that can never disappear ... ahh yes... how cruel the past was... this was a nice readkeep it up
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