She falls asleep most every night
To the sound of her parents pointless fight
And clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillow
She goes to school most every day
Wishing she could run away
From all those who torture her
For not being ‘cool’
Her mother, she just plain ignores her
Her father’s never even there
Who would notice if she were gone?
Who would even care?
She just wants to make it quick
To take this razor as her friend
And feel its tender loving kiss
Pressed against her paper skin
She just wants to make it stop
The feeling lonely, sad and hated
She holds the blade up to eye level
I don’t know how long she waited
She presses hard against her skin
And lines of ink bleed from the pen
The blade, it rests there on her knee
On her arm she wrote
I knew somebody like this. But she didn't put the blade down to pick up the pen. Please... please pick up the pen...
Not bad. We all need a little love, in a world with too much hate.
I am wordless
you left me with no words
i, sadly, do both...at times, but not for a month or so! so yay me!
keep up the good work.
If my head didn't hurt so much from crying already, I'd probably tear up. You are a very good writer. I love your flow and metaphors. I think of a paper girl that's been torn beyond help. A depressing story indeed. My sympathies.
Beautiful job. Well done.
It's so sad.... But in the end I never pick up a pen, instead I carve the words in my skin
The last stanza gave me chills, and the flow throughout the whole piece was lovely.
I'm tearing up, actually.
this is sad but i feel the same way
that was..deep... loved it!
That last stanza scared me for a min... I truly hope like you that they pick up the pen instead.
Oh god. I love this. This is the type of art that could save someone's life.
That's so sad
Powerful and the experience of far too many. May all pick up the pen.
I beg everyone, pick up the pen...
Gorgeous, although he sad.
That was great! I loved the rhythm and rhyme and they really help strengthen the ideas of the words themselves, but I think it might benefit from a little extra punctuation, having periods, commas, and colons throughout to help point out that nice rhythm. Great job, anyways!
i have a poem like this that you may want to read it is called tears of gold