My bones are tired of this game -
I can no longer see you staring back at me,
with your pretty little skirts - above your hips.
Remember when reality
wasn't more than just a hideously cruel joke?
Well guess what love, That never changed.
I'm so sick of dying every time I look at you,
Your nails tearing down my back.
Sweet comfort in that feeling,
as you rip out the only thing left worth saving.

I liked your poem...pleas keep on writing...

An interesting scene you portray, i like it. And just echoing yuui, keep writing

hey welcome to the boards. i liked ur poem too keep writing pleaz

nice

more?

Welcome to the Forums!

it's a great poem, full of pain and longing. revenge? no... just exhaustion... sorrow. nothing left.

it's wonderful. i'd love to see another piece. *hugs* i hope to see you around on the Forums.

Thanks..It really means alot to get such positive feedback. I will keep posting my poems on here.

Another one, but the message is a bit clearer.

I used to think you were beautiful,
as I cut away, to ease that pain.
Tell me please, why's it worth living,
If theres nothing left to gain?..
I wont stop this hatred,
untill these scars take their toll.
I'm sick of always fighting,
only to always lose control.
And everytime, its something new,
Something new to cause that high.
But it always leads back to you, sweetheart.
because everytime, I die.

i know what you're feeling. i hate myself as well, and i try to cut away the pain. but you can't cut it away, it stays with you. always. try to remember that next time you want to ease the pain. *hugs tightly* i hope you see that you've got a talent and you are beautiful on the inside. lol. when i first came here, i didn't expect any feedback, much less positive. i know what you're feeling. you are a talent, and i'm sure more people will be flooding your thread with compliments.

there is so much to gain in life. every single day there are a million new things to learn, new things to see and do. try living for others, the ones you care about, try focusing on them, or try doing something you like, write or just go out and have fun. life is always worth living, my dear.

i know what it's like to feel like you're dying while you're still alive. i feel as though i'm dead inside sometimes too, i think a lot of people can relate...

i understand if you're going through a tough time.

feel free to talk to me if you want, i'll be happy to listen.

AIM~ Soulless Faery

YIM~ darkfaeryness

E-Mail~ darch_faery@netzero.net

Yes...Sweet hatred. God. I find myself wanting it more and more. My ruin is a drug, in which I'm addicted to. I don't hurt myself to die, I hurt myself to live. And everyday, I need that reminder. Even if it kills me inside more than out.
Love is my weakness. It keeps me alive while it puts these tears in my eyes. I want what I can't have - something real. And I keep searching, and hoping. I live for myself, because I have the need to get my point across, however sutle it may seem: The dead can live, and they can create. Without darkness, there is not light. People fear what they don't understand, and I want to go deeper than that fear. I want to understand.
Thankyou again..I realize I'm rambling on. I'll add something new tonight, probably. Its soothing. I will IM you if I need to ramble more. My AIM is yestrdaysxmemory.
Love.Much.

Drugs huh... I used to hold on to drugs just to stay alive, just to know there was something to hold on to. That there was something there that would never let me go, never turn its back on me. I got out of rehab a while ago, and I used to cut, I know exactly what you mean and it pains me deeply seeing you like this. Seeing anyone like this. Knowing that others feel the way that I felt, because I know how much it hurts. If you really do want to talk, give me a shout. I'll be here. And trust me, this fear isn't something you want to go deeper into. Because if you fall to far, theres no climbing out. But the numbing pain is nice.

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Your poems are sad and kind of make me want to cry, but I like them very much...write more...

My eyes bled out the truth to you,
As you smiled sweetly and walked away.
I'll always have that pain,
Because you always get your way.
Even after all this time,
the stars still show on my hips.
I wish I could forget your voice,
And the strawberry of your kiss.
It isn't worth it to fight you,
because you won so long ago.
Your making me die, deep inside,
as these stars are proof to show.
And as the sky cries out your name,
I think of you and die.
Every slash, a last remember,
of every single lie.

hello! i dont visit the poetry/story section alot put i thought id drop by. you're work is very good. reminds me of my own a bit. lots of emotion and true feeling. its great. keep the expression at work ;)

The truth hurts, my dear. That has to be said. The truth will always hurt. Sometimes it doesn't... but a lot of the times it does. It's hard to deal with emotional pain. I deal with it in all the wrong ways, but you can never erase pain. You have to hold onto your memory, because that's all you have. The only thing you have is yourself, and if you can't accept you for your past and your belief, than you have nothing. Remember the past, accept it, and then let it go, don't let it keep hurting you. Take what's hurting you and look it in the face, don't back down. You can win. You won't be defeated. I know it's hard... but try.