Messed up

I take this piece of glass and poke it through my skin
Drink a little from a bottle of gin
To ease the pain
Looking at the dark skies and rain
I start to cut deeper
I fear the grim reaper
The blood starts to pour
I fall to the floor
This wasn't suppose to happen I was just trying to ease the pain
I take a trip through memory lane
Scared to die
I start to cry
This isn't what I expected
I was always rejected
Not paying attention to what I was trying to do
This cant be true
My eyes are getting weak
A long deep streak
Blood pouring filling a cup
This time I think I messed up




Poetry by Ariel Bennett
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 03:41

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Chris Fernie
Dear Ariel,

This extremely dark poem was painful to read but, there again, who said writing and/or reading poetry was necessarily a pleasant experience.

This is an accomplished piece for one so young; I hope it wasn't autobiographical.

With best wishes, Chris
2006-10-05


Janine>K
You can actually feel this person's emptiness...you have describe it so well! Really hope things get better for this person.

Great poem
2006-10-05


keith nunes
a daring poem and a deep seated emotional trip - hope it's just a poem!
2006-10-05


Rob Graber
I'd have to agree: She really messed up. But not the poet, who produced an effective and harrowing piece of work!
2006-10-05