Where Am I? What Am I Doing?

by cassie   Oct 25, 2006


Look back to the past,
the iron gates are shut,
the scars have last,
where am i...?

I am lost,
drowned out,
you have not the faintest idea,
of what my lifes about.

Being trapped and captured,
in a black and white world,
the only colour being my thick crimson blood,
falling down my pale white arms...

Crimson ribbons,
painted along them ever so shamelessly,
but hey,
not like anyone cares about me.

I dug up and down,
back and forth,
until i saw a glimpse,
of no tomorrow.

I tried to end it,
i tried my best,
but all i really wanted,
was to be put to rest.

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  • 17 years ago

    by oldthings

    I really like the immagery in this poem, esspecialy the line

    "Crimson ribbons,
    painted along them ever so shamelessly,"

    it was a way of depiction i hadn't seen used before and i liked it. very good write, keep it up

  • 17 years ago

    by Wake

    I can read this again n again n again,,,n it still wont be enough...GR8 JOB

  • 17 years ago

    by Wake

    OMG..all ur poems...are so..so relatable...simply superb.

  • 17 years ago

    by Robiie

    Sweetie this is good, i especially like the third verse, its very well put together, im always here for you sweetie i lovoe you x0x

  • 17 years ago

    by Moon Princess

    +.+ This is nice +.+

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