poetry
A poem of anger and sorrow
I hate everyone.
Its such a big choice.
Im only i kid i shouldnt have a voice.
bloods dripping..
no kidding..
just strait lust.
No trust.
Blood turns to cold slush.
I wish I were dead..
Insted of drippin red......
Another slash.
How long can i last?
Emotions clash.
ATLAST I HAVE NO Past
a poem
What decayed?
Shattered fragments
of my wretched past
fall upon the floor.
Broken shards
of cold glass,
once clear image
fading fast.
What once was
in my mirror
is no more.
Through struggle,
I've lost myself.
Life fades.
-Rachel
This is a poem that I wrote when I was locked up in a psychiatric hospital for cutting. I don't know if I really like it much or not, but then I never think to highly of the things that I do, and this poem really expresses how I felt while I was in there and how I still feel a lot of the time.
Torn
What is this?
It’s red and wet
Slipping down me
Its taste so sweet
The wallpapers ripped
Mum will freak
But I’m stained red
Someone’s asleep
Huddled,
Rocking.
“Whats wrong?”
“Nothing, mummy.”
She knows now
I’m in for it
The wallpapers ripped
She’ll shout for sure
I know!
I’ll help her sleep
Like I did for daddy
It’s good to sleep
I hope she doesn’t
Throw paint at me
Daddy did, wasn’t nice
It’s all red and wet…
/RainingOnMySoul
