poetry
(a few of my faves)
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THE BLOODLETTING POEM

i can feel the scratches carved into my skin
just moments ago
does it feel good
it feels good to feel
about something more than the other
the scratches flare on my body turning into deep angry red welts
now how do i hide them
do i want to hide them
i don't want them to see
they can't know
they won't understand
can't understand what the bloodletting means
how can they comprehend that the pain on my  body feels better when theres something tangible to be in pain about
no, when they know they put me away
hide the one that they can't understand
freak
weirdo
whats wrong with her
whispers
looks of pain etched into their faces
i'm running
running away from there happiness
there promises of happiness  that i can't conform to .. i don't want to live this life anymore...
does life have to be so painful to make sure you know your living it... and what if i can't feel life w/out my self mutilation what then becomes of people like me....
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