My Word's on the Paper

[Care_With_A_Pen]

this is about an urge I had tonight...

 

 

5/13/2005, 8:46 PM

 

I want to write what I feel,

I can't seem to find the words that are real,

Urged to open up my skin,

Grab the glass sink it in,

Afterwards feel the warmth of the cuts,

What a beautiful sensational rush,

When is it going to be enough?

 

Shaken hands I can't write,

Thoughts pour in my sight,

Cuts ooze,

Scars pink,

Everything erased,

No time to think,

Will I make it through tonight?

Will another day come my way?

 

My tears slip down my face,

Who will find me when I've lost my place?

Sighs a minuet pass on by,

Maybe tonight I will die,

Slice to deep,

Cut to long,

Lay on the floor,

I'll bleed to death,

Find my peace in some paradise.

 

Trying to close the picture's out,

Should I stand up and shout?

Does anyone care what this is all about?

It's been a week I'm still afraid,

I hope I can make it till 2 weeks,

Recovering is all that I'm ready to seek.

[yeawutever]

Yea, death does happen, you can't escape it. LOL, very creative poem!!!!!!!!