Sometimes i want to die
holdin' this knife to my wrist.
Maybe an inch or two, i swear
it's not like anyone would care.
I don't think an inch is bad
but it's not like people will be sad.
By then the damage will be done
sorry i hurt everyone.
It's not like people care
with my skin all beat up and bare.
But who cares anymore
it's not me, thats for sure.
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anonymouspoet,
ReplyDeletecheck mine out and follow me, it disturbs me that you talk so much about cutting, killing, and that you want to die, I'm hoping that it's just for poetic rythem.
http://ecelliamsonton.blogspot.com
Hi, I have found you randomly, and I like your poems; I can empathise quite a lot with you in what you write about. Just like to say, if your poems are factual-based, that whoever you are someone will care.
ReplyDeleteHowever, you ask for some constructive criticism so perhaps when you're poem writing, use more metaphors and maybe less literal phrases (personal preferance). Also, the graphical content is a little too graphical so maybe tone it down? But don't change it if it's what you want to write about. Be pure and true, so let flow what needs to flow.
I write poems on my blog sometimes, maybe you can check me out?
http://eat-my-blog-four-eyes.blogspot.com/
Thanks