Not A Poem(Me) Poem by God is Good
Not A Poem(Me)
My eyes held shut....
darkness engulfing me..
silence surrounding me...
I feel a smile come across my lips.
I feel pressure..
then aching...
surging through my body...
Inhaling sharply...
the stale scent of blood
filling my nostrils......
I open my eyes....
best friend in my hand...
small...but surely gets the job done...
I look down at my arms....
which are cut up....
Beautifully...
Gasping,
I cut at myself again, and again...
just repeatedly.....
Not able to stop...
who am I fooling?
I wish not to.....
Feeling high,
at the sight of blood....
inhaling again....
Mmmmmm...
how addictive...
my only turn on...
Rubbing my blood over my body,
covering my face, my chest,
my stomache...
licking up my arms...
savoring the taste...
looking in the mirror now...
.....
you think I'm ashamed? ?
NO!
This is me...
who I've become...
Who I was trained to be...
Lady D,
also known as the bloody demon.
You is you! , you should read my poem 'me is me' or 'to live' might help!
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4/26/2024 12:23:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
you say this is you, which means that you are settling for this person you have become... are you really satisfied with you? ... if no, sculpt yourself to the person you want to see when you look in the mirror... release this bloddy demon, and let the pure goodness overwhelm what it is you feel now... it's there, inside.. but no one's ever said it'd be easy for it to come out. nicely written though.