Victor Osorio

Rookie (May 18,1980 / Clifton New Jersey)


Poem by Victor Osorio

Saturday night, I'm alone again
I woke up an old habit
I brought back an old friend
My wrist bleeds as I grab it
If I smile
It's only from pain
Don't fix me, I'm not broken
Don't judge me, I'm not crazy
I am depressed
I'm haunted by it
When it comes around
I bleed, I cry, I suffer
Then it's back to normal
I wish I was sleeping
So that I might never wake
So I wouldn't be haunted
Even in my sleep
I would run away
from things I never wanted
In life or death, my soul will be haunted.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 24, 2004