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• Artist: dndrules3
• Description: The title won't fit but this poem is called: Ponderings of a Well-Known Nobody.
  I wrote it in a time of depression and the end is me lifting out of the sadness with some help. ^^
  
  Side Note About Authenticity: This poem is also published on my high schools senior project website, but I did write it.
• Date: 07/26/2008
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Bitted and bridled
Tied up with chains
I feel nothing
Nothing but pain

Cuts and scratches
A feeling I can't halt
I can't help but wonder
is this all my fault?

Crimson and dripping
I cut myself deep
I try to hide the scars
But I am not discreet

Red upon white
My blood on my skin
I cry out for help
And am ignored by my kin

Tears on my face
A feeling so alone
I wish I could cut deeper
Straight to the bone

Chains at my wrists
They keep holding me back
A feeling of completion
Is just one thing I lack

Blade at my wrist
This is the end
With no one to love me
Death is my friend

But you do love me
And you let those feelings show
I hope you know I love you too
And never leave me all alone

With the softness of your whisper
And the subtlty of a kiss
We are now together forever
I never thought this feeling could exist

Comments

[Monblanc]

I can honestly say, I know how it feels, I've been there, and got lifted out of it by a few people that cared that I really didn't see until that time. It's things like this that make me look back and remember the good along with the bad. Nicely done.