Eternal Wounds

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Just a poem I came up with to explain... certain things I've done.

Submitted: December 25, 2011

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The shard of glass must be something more,

some kind of portal,

or door,

a way to keep myself from crying on the floor.

 

Reasons are hidden inside me

never to truly be set free.

Petty excuse after excuse

keep me hanging from a noose.

 

Unwilling to think things through,

I hide bits of me away from you.

Lies covering up everything that's true

and what I've made up out of the blue.

 

Maybe I'm doomed

to keep it hidden in my room

firever entwining my problems in a fucked up loom.

 

So I put on a fake smile,

it'll only last a while. Not that long before

the anger returns once more.

 

Pain is in my mind,

everyone else seems blind.

Thoughts of ending it all sweep in,

allowing the cutting to begin.

 

All I say is lies,

covering up for all of those late-night cries.

 

And when I think of dying,

I can't keep myself from sighing.

Is death really as we see?

Benefiting everyone but me?

Is there no sadness,

No anger, regret,

No pain,

No remorse, and no shame?

 

Even if it is so, I can't go.

 

I'm not the only one,

this much I know.

But really it's not so helpful

now we're all just one big show.

 

Sometimes I leave it behind,

then I forget

but later I unwind,

reminded by the cuts on my arms.

 

Funny, though,

nobody seems to notice me.

It's as if I would have to wave it around

for them to ever see.

 

 


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