Rivaled

by JustAFoolInLove   Apr 25, 2005


The strength this blade
Holds in itself
Is growing each night
As it threatens to consume me

I bite my nails
And I quiver and shake
At the thought of being
A role model to anyone

Please don’t follow
A lost, forsaken soul,
You’ll find yourself
As lost as I

I leave tonight
And lift my hands
From in front of your eyes
Granting you sight, if you wish

I drift away
As you see me for the first time;
You turn away
And pray you’ll wake from this nightmare

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  • 18 years ago

    by Just Sierra

    Dang. There you go once more with a tragic poem about cutting. but there's more to it, which is good.

  • 19 years ago

    by Carlee Ann

    that's just it, babe. You are a role model... and it would be a nightmare if you left me. I don't think I'd wake up... more or less, join you. Oh, hon, things will get better, more than you know. Keep your head up, mon amie. Things will get better soon. Heart you more than you could know!
    Car

  • 19 years ago

    by troubled

    great poem zac. and i think ur still a role model no matter wat you say. ur the one who convinced me to tell my parent and i dont regret it at all...if i hadn't told them..who knows how badly i'd be doin it rite now or if i'd even be here. and i have you to thank! so thanks a bunch! and i love you!
    *jen-jen*

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