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Fury
Red-hot, white-hot
Black
Vision blurry
Is that the tears?
I don’t care now
I see the blade, shining bright against my skin
I press
My skin doesn’t break
I press harder
Still no blood
I shake
I drop the scissors
I look to my art kit
There’s a blade in there, I know
I wanna use it
I want…
NO
I lock myself in the bathroom, text a friend
Tell her how I feel
Parents across the hall
Would they notice if I died?
Maybe
Can I do it?
No. I’m a coward
Return to my room
See silver
Kick the scissors away
Still silver
My sewing needle
Dull
Take it in my trembling fingers
Tears run down my face
Drag the needle over skin
Twice
Thrice…
Throw it down
Grab my computer
Type this verse
Am I still sane?
Thinking…the pills, the blades, the insulin
I could slip away
Too scared to
Save me from me…
- by The Unnamed Sin |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/08/2010 |
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- Title: Fury
- Artist: The Unnamed Sin
- Description: True events of Feb. 8. Writing the poem helped me calm down. You'll see what happened if you read this...
- Date: 02/08/2010
- Tags: fury
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Comments (2 Comments)
- WelcomeToAnotherDayInHell - 02/12/2010
- very good but don't use "wanna" total turn-off to the reader.
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- Xaiichi17 - 02/09/2010
- This is excellent, its really effective in getting your emotions across to the audience, the color of the text is a nice touch. Well done.
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