[Eloura]: 341.Touching Poems.A life

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(Note: This poem is very grafic please do not read if you do not like grafic. This poem came to me as i was writing my senior project, not something to be worried about)
Genre:
Angst
Style:
poetry
License:
Public Domain
(Note: This poem is very grafic please do not read if you do not like grafic. This poem came to me as i was writing my senior project, not something to be worried about)




































As i sit here in my bed
dreaming what to say
i wait upon my broken hand
with my razor blade

i twist it slightly
watching and waiting
for the release

I may not be in a world
of sheer perfection
but i know how to
protect myself

you may think
that this pain
that i cause myself
is worse than my pain
of anything else

That is where you are wrong
for a simple reason
there are all kinds of pains
atleast one for every season

So while i sit here
causing pain
i'm acualy helping
since no one else
can ever save me
i must save myself

Now you may be thinking
that this girl is over believing
that from a simple cut
my pain is disappearing

that is where you are wrong
where i can stand
i know how i feel
and feel how i am

So while you think i am wrong
what will you do
you have never helped me
only drove me to

So while you sit
upon your bum
thinking you are high
take a moment
and realise
you are my cause

You are
for you never helped
not in anyway
so why do you dare
think you should stop me

Not if you haven't yet
since you always yelled
you always thought it helped
but it only made it worse

in my final glory
i had asked you for help
but you never showed me
that you even cared

so while i sit upon my bed
waiting for my chance
i take my razor blade
across my single wrist

You should never told me
that i could never belong
so while you judge me
remember you judge yourself

i write for you to read
i know it will be a while
to you ever see
i watch my blood drip
down from my wrist
and it looks like bloody tears
fallen to you here

I am going now
i write upon the page
I will never see you
i cry though a rage
i am sorry but now it's to late
i take my razor deeper
and bleed out my pain


(Note: This poem is very grafic please do not read if you do not like grafic. This poem came to me as i was writing my senior project, not something to be worried about)


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