In The Midst

Reads: 160  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
dealing with my addiction to seeing my own blood and emotional relase through cutting

Submitted: June 26, 2010

A A A | A A A

Submitted: June 26, 2010



In The Midst

In midst of vast confusion

i find peace in crimson blood

is this reality or just an illusion

to late can't take it back it's done

the pools of pain pour out

while blood spews on the floor

in the midst of self hate and self doubt

crying when theres a knock at the door

cram all the blades under my pillow

her face full of worry and fright

my heart's lifeless and shallow

in the midst of ominous shadows

i weep i bleed i crawl

cut by sticks and thorns i tremble and fall

why put up with this bull shit

so grab the cold greasy black gun

in the midst of depression i end it

now for masicistic soul to have fun

towards hells gates i trod

for to jesus i was a frod

© Copyright 2018 holliedoll15. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: