Treasure Island

Laura Cummings

(Friday 16th October 1987 / Alexander Hospital, Redditch.)

Dead To The World


Warm, and stinging it drips from my wrist
The blood he made
Amount to nothing, nothing to look forward to
Not going anywhere
A second of happiness a year of misery
Kill myself now and no-one notices that I'm not there
No-one to miss, missed by none
Drowning in the grief that you gave me
Everything will not be alright
He made me bleed tonight and I hate him so much that
one of us must die
I don't hate the blood
The blood makes me feel strong
The blood makes me feel alive
The blood makes me feel real
Not real, not alive, going through the motions of yesterday
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel?

Submitted: Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Edited: Friday, September 24, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Dead To The World by Laura Cummings )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]