All over..

[My_Lovely]

I wrote this a while back, be nice...
Another day, another fight...lost.

Fights with the world and everyone in it.

Everyone's whispers over-crowding my already tortured mind.

I can't take it anymore.

And you can't possibly expect me to can you?

Caught under the surface, drowning in it all.

Any second I'll break,

It's more than I can take.

I'll break, and it'll be all over.

But maybe, it's not me.

Someone needs to feel my pain.

My furiously reprehensible pain.

I wanted to see someone with scars all over their arms because they discovered it was better than crying.

Crying, in which I can no longer do.

I'm all dried up from the endless hours of crying in my dark room.

All alone.

But, then again, they wouldn't deserve to feel such pain.

They couldn't handle it.

It'd be to much for them, they wouldn't comprehend the purpose of it all.

So here I sit,

prepared with a sharpened blade.

Holding it ready at my wrists,

gleaming in the light from the T.V.

And with 3 quick slashes,

I have new scars.

The crimson liguid flows from the flesh wound like a gentle stream.

Not wanting to end.

I don't want it to either.

Not now,

but it's a little late for that now isn't it.

I told you I would break...

...

And then it would be all over.

[DyingRose]

My_Lovely said:

I wanted to see someone with scars all over their arms because they discovered it was better than crying.

Very... emotional.
This sentence appealed to me.

The bad thing about scars is that they take forever to fade and when you cut yourself you lose your blood but not your hurt.
Which is why crying is much more therapeutic and not so damaging.

Oh no. I'm getting preachy again.
::shuts the fuck up::

[My_Lovely]

S'okay,get preachy. Doesn't bother me a bit, to each his own, say what you wish. I always found it to be a slightly less unique way of venting anger and sadness to myself, other than crying. Which did nothing more than get my face wet.
Ahh, my own fucked up logic, isn't it grand?

[PsychoDoughGirl]

Wow... this poem really reminded my of myself. Dying Rose is right, though. Scars take forever to heal. I still have my most recent ones from about a month ago... well, that's not actually a long time, but still.

I prefer to vent my depression into poetry or artwork.... I have filled-up notepads lying all over my room. This is less messy than crying, much less painful that cutting, and lets me focus all that tortured and creative energy on something meaningful.

Anyway, I'm getting way off topic. The point is that I loved this poem. Keep on writing!

[LexyTheRockStar]

i'd preach, but i won't. *climbs off soapbox*

i should preach... but it's not a good idea. if you'd like my sermon about it go PM me.

anywa, i thought it was good.

[obscuras]

It reminded me of myself as well. yes scars do take forever to heal. very pretty Lovely

[mzhomocide]

i loved the poem... if you need to feel some scarred up arm's you should feel mine...and crying make's your make-up runny, and then everyone knows you were crying, but i also write poetry to let out my depression but to me there is no greater doctor than a razor

[obscuras]

scars on the inside take longer to heal.(i.e. emotional ones) blood is the tears of the soul.

[mzhomocide]

i agree!and i have the scars to prove it!(inside and out). thank you obscuras