by DeadGirl AKA Becka   Oct 3, 2006

These Wounds...
This pain.
Theres just to much I can't explain.

I wiped away all the blood,
I fight away all of my fears.
I've been like this for so many years.

I've tried so hard,
But I still feel the pain.
Could it be I'm going insane?

No, I won't let it happen
Not to me!
But what should I do?
Someone Save me!

Months have gone by
and the pain has disappeared
Because finally...
I Have been cured.


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  • 16 years ago

    by Amber Parker

    Hmm... I think... *maybe* just maybe, this might be my favorite out of all of your poems. Not sure though, because you've written some good ones.

    This poem is really, really good. I can identify with most of it, lol.

    By the end, though, what did you mean by cured? Is it like death or suicide, or something less drastic, like therapy or something? Just wondering.


  • 16 years ago

    by Phantasmagoria

    I like the story line, it makes sense.