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Helpless

Contributed by Pats4eva7 on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 10:10:05 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



My brain begins to tick,
As my thoughts go racing.
The tears start to fall,
As I start defacing.

I become supressed,
The beast becomes unleashed.
There's no rest in this chaos,
There's no such thing as peace.

My hands begin to tremble,
As my bones start to break.
I can feel the pain come over me,
I can feel its every ache.

Im frantically searching,
For my only friend.
So she can come assist me,
To my very end.

I take the blade and slice,
With every cut I scream.
This blood is my reality,
It's not just all a dream.

My thoughts wander,
As the poison seeps down my arm.
Oh, it's such release,
To ease my pain through harm.

I can feel each move of the blade,
As it slowly breaks the skin.
This pain is nothing,
Compared to the pain within.

It's now laughter,
No more tears to cry.
All the hurt is gone,
Wait, that was a lie.

We cant live happily ever after,
But I'll soon find my end.
As im helpless in the corner,
With my only friend.




Copyright © Pats4eva7 ... [ 2005-03-19 22:10:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Helpless (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 10:15:35 PM AEST
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Great write. I hope things get better for you.

Looking Out,
--Kara


Re: Helpless (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 11:05:33 PM AEST
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::sigh:: a piece like this deserves better comments than that. this poem was brilliant, to say the least. to say the most would be that its one of the best poems ive ever read. never stop writing. =]




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