just a phase of thought I was in,,A bad mood I guess or a mood swing or personality disorder but my mood is over:)
Brings on a flood of tears
And tears bring pain to my face
Even as I print these words
Tiny rivers begin to roll down my cheeks
I blame myself for my actions
I blame myself for her misery
Tensed,strained
My heart racing
I don't know
whats going
on in my head
I am a slave to my own feelings
It's not the world breaking me
Truly it is me
I wonder
Can emotions really kill you?
In the end,a hand to slit open your veins
It is your hands to hold..isn't it though?
When you feel nobody loves you,you hate yourself
When someone hates me,I hate myself like you who reads me
Even if some love me,I still hate myself
It's part of my act,don't you read
what I pen to you..
I will stand upon my stage
And put on a play
Keep on reading
See if my poetry
Has a happy
E N D I N G
Does it feel good to hate yourself?
It hurts like hell,doesn't it
You the reader! do you
feel what pain I am going through?
This is just a phase what drains
from my brain
Poetry is self mutilation
What pours from my veins
I am just a shell,covered in skin
If I could I would let you in
Or let you walk in my shoes
Then you would
understand the
pain I am going
T H R O U G H
Poetry by workoutrules
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 02:57
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Something small Comes On Strong
Something small comes on strongBrings on a flood of tears
And tears bring pain to my face
Even as I print these words
Tiny rivers begin to roll down my cheeks
I blame myself for my actions
I blame myself for her misery
Tensed,strained
My heart racing
I don't know
whats going
on in my head
I am a slave to my own feelings
It's not the world breaking me
Truly it is me
I wonder
Can emotions really kill you?
In the end,a hand to slit open your veins
It is your hands to hold..isn't it though?
When you feel nobody loves you,you hate yourself
When someone hates me,I hate myself like you who reads me
Even if some love me,I still hate myself
It's part of my act,don't you read
what I pen to you..
I will stand upon my stage
And put on a play
Keep on reading
See if my poetry
Has a happy
E N D I N G
Does it feel good to hate yourself?
It hurts like hell,doesn't it
You the reader! do you
feel what pain I am going through?
This is just a phase what drains
from my brain
Poetry is self mutilation
What pours from my veins
I am just a shell,covered in skin
If I could I would let you in
Or let you walk in my shoes
Then you would
understand the
pain I am going
T H R O U G H
Poetry by workoutrules
Read 546 times
Written on 2010-02-09 at 02:57
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