Torn Apart

by Torn   Dec 16, 2005


Pulling my hair,
Screeching your name,
Breaking glass mirrors,
Feeling all the shame.

Stabbing sharp objects,
Deep into my skin,
Watching the liquid pain,
Escaping from within.

Punching anything,
Everything around.
Knuckles stained red,
I've fallen to the ground.

Burning scarred skin,
Feeling the demon's sins,
This war within,
I just can't win.

Crying black tears,
Shedding crimson fears,
I continue to persevere,
Even after all these years.

I'm torn apart,
I was dead for a while.
I asked for help,
You faked a smile.

It's all pointless,
I'm too far gone.
How to go on,
When you're all alone?

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  • 11 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    Nice usage of words, v cool indeed...

  • 11 years ago

    by Knee

    Tough one..i liked it so much. keep it up Gal.
    much luv
    NemO x0xx00x0x0x0x

  • 11 years ago

    by Innocent Danger

    Hey
    i rlly like ur poem. its rlly good! i like it i can get into it!

  • 11 years ago

    by The Wingless

    My old comment:

    This is sooooo good. But don't cut. The superhero anti pain will come to you soon. Great poem.

  • 11 years ago

    by Nearly but not quite

    I'm in that situation too, that was really powerfully expressed, I'm speechless, 5/5 and couldn't be anything else!
    luv Helen xxx