In my hand is a bloody pare of
scissors. My wrists are bleeding. The
pain feels so go. All I hear is the
dog snoring and the cat purring, and
music going. I can’t hear people
laughing in the background. There is a
puddle of blood on my bed. I am just
sitting there. I just want to die.
I feel like dying. I don’t want to
be helped. I don’t know why I was
brought in to this world. My heart is
tarn in so many peaces, it hurts. My
stomach hurts. I feel hot. I don’t
know why. I want to die. My stomach
hurts because know one loves me and I
should have no right to live.
I am not happy. I feel like everyone
hates me. I can feel the fire going
threw my vain. I feel like I am the
house being on fire, and that the fire
is just seeking out to the out side.
To burn. I feel like I am not loved. I
can’t get a boyfriend and everyone
feels sorry for me. I am missing some
thing. And that something is what I
can’t have. I found it but then I let
him go. Nothing makes me happy. Not
friends, not family. I feel like I
don’t exist anymore. There is
something that I don’t have that I
need in order to survive. I must have
him. Other wise I am nothing. Not a
spider, not even a ghost, and not the
devil. I feel like I need a smoke. I
need it.
Tyler Tillett
You have a way with your words.and you have a way with showing your emotions and writing them.I can TOTALLY relate to what you were feeling. great job
a blast of emotion. wise choice of words. i feel it. very nice.
full of angst. you describe things well and I can almost feel what you're feeling. well done!
very great poem, i love it, all you need to work on is spelling errors and seperating each line with a space.
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I would like to translate this poem
Tyler, light up and lighten up, for Christ's sake and your own bleeding sake!