Sticks and Bricks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Another poem I wrote while at my dads house.

Bloody scars and razor blade stains; the two things that keep me from going insane.
They’re marks on my body that I can’t replace, and they’re only there because I’m a disgrace.
Drugs and alcohol can only do so much, I know I’m living on their support - my one and only crutch.
But there’s one pill’s embrace that keeps me within, in this home sweet home of vicodin.
Suicide thoughts and the hotline on speed dial, as strangers tell me anxiously that my life’s worthwhile.
Well I can tell you right now that that’s all bullshit, they don’t know my life, they can’t tell me to quit.
I know I’m not pretty and I’m not smart too, and because of these reasons I’m not good enough for you.
There’s only one person with whom I can agree, and he doesn’t give a damn of what you think of me.
I know he’s there to catch me when I fall; to save me from myself when I’m the one to start a brawl.
He’s the one with the band aid when I cut at night, the one with the water when my thoughts ignite.
I’ll cry in his arms if I’ve had a bad day, because I’m too scared to show people my pain.
Some sticks break bones, but most words kill. I’ve heard stones sting but words hurt even still.
Wild eyes carry me through the dark, watching slow blood drip… drip… as my last thoughts disembark.
Just 27 stories up, I look down. I see the highway beneath, the people, the street lights and the ground.
I jump.
The haunted noose of dead rhythm is found and hung from the tall ceiling as the rope is unwound.
I fall.
Tied to weights -20 pounds on my feet, I wade in muffled sounds of water as I try to be discreet.
I sink.
With the gun loaded and trigger at the ready, it all seems surreal, with hand slow, and steady.
I shoot.

Submitted: June 25, 2011

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"the one with the water when my thoughts ignite." Love it :) A hauntingly beautiul piece, well thought out. You're very talented, disturbingly so. This piece is going to strike home for a lot of people. Congratulations on this gorgeous poem :)

Sat, June 25th, 2011 5:38pm


thanks so much. It means a lot to me that someone has actually read and liked my poem, when usually my writing just gets dismissed as "Emo" or "Depressing", which I admit it is, but no one has ever given it a chance. Thanks again :)

Sat, June 25th, 2011 11:05am

Brian W

Great flow and rhyme and has the reader feeling your emotions...Yes sad and depressing but a great poem is full of emotions and you have done that in this

Fri, July 8th, 2011 12:54am


Thanks you so much. I'm glad to know someone out there appreciates my writing.

Thu, July 7th, 2011 6:31pm

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