Abby Wesson


I'M So Sick Of Being Sorry About Things I'M Not Really Sorry About - Poem by Abby Wesson

I’ve morphed myself into a trance as I search for my friend
I find him in a drawer, shining silver and sharp
While lifting it I remove the safety cap
And as I draw it across me, I feel nothing
I finally get what I deserve, a slice, a cut, a tare
But it’s not enough
I pull and press the skin apart and together
I bleed
I drift
I’m not finished, I’m addicted
I go again, and again, a hundred times if that’s what it takes
I can’t feel it
What’s happened, what’s wrong, what did I do
I never wanted to be this way
And while it disgusts me I feel releaved
I no longer feel sorry for things I’m not sorry for.


Comments about I'M So Sick Of Being Sorry About Things I'M Not Really Sorry About by Abby Wesson

  • (7/7/2007 1:13:00 AM)

    i like this peom. its deep. (Report)Reply

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  • (5/30/2007 1:32:00 PM)

    I liked the poem alot. This poem is very deep thanks for writing it! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 4, 2006



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