Heart of Ice Die Die Die Poems

I try to call out for help
but I'm suffocating
in a river of pain and treachery.
I try to call out
...

I'm walking through a forest
of pitch black darkness.
It is set aflame, turned to
blood red flame.
...

I have lost
my best friend.
To some,
that may be minor,
...

People accuse me of things
that I am not,
things that they cannot
truly understand or assume.
...

The world is a gray oblivion
that I continue to wander
for an eternity.
I'm trapped forever
...

I want to cut away my pain,
make it all go away
even if it's only for a little while.
But I just don't have reason
...

My words finally exhausted,
and my pencil and notebook put away.
The thing I call my heart
finally quit bleeding
...

He saw my cuts
and thought them ugly.
He though them a brand,
a curse.
...

I need to write,
things are getting too confusing
for my poor heart to handle.
For it to comprehend.
...

I want to cut.
So bad.
Make this feeling go away.
But my doing so
...