»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #3
»
21
| Dark Poetry #3 |
|
21 |
|
|
PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
I taunt myself with the glass. A little here, A little there. No one else shall know. I keep this to myself, I always do, I never show. Poetry is the only way. He said I pose with my wicked wounds. I'm immortal, I'm eccentric. It's almost like I'm glued. He told me it's addictive. I looked past, I didn't listen. I only wish I knew. It's slipping through my fingers, straight. Sharp. Deep into the skin. Can I peal my way out... It's what I used to do. IT won't work anymore... I've got myself glued. (I'm not sure if this makes sense to anyone...) Sometimes tragedy is the best way... |
||
| © Copyright 2002 Sara Nicole - All Rights Reserved | |||
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I loved it! She said burn ... together. |
||
|
devinechild22 Senior Member
since 2002-08-28
Posts 571 |
Sara how sad this is. I hope everything is okay...Even though you probably hate me now and you have all the reason to...I'm sorry. *Allison* "Come away with me, Wendy. Come away to Neverland." |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
