Screams of torment,
as you pull me down,
I try to spread my wings,
But you want me to drown.
You scare me to death,
and have no regrets, and suddenly I don't feel safe and sound.
I'm begging for mercy, my heart's only desire.
My defenses crumble down, without any sound.
You label me cutter, crazy, insane, but realize you have nothing to gain,
Besides my pain.
You point your fingers at me, saying its my fault,
Its my fault! For all the horrible things that show up.
Inside I know, you're all alone, but your words still hurt me the most.
They cut me deeper, deeper then my wrist.
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Behind The Mask ~ Poems for the Mind
PoetryA collection of strange, random poems dedicated to the unique ability of the mind to think. Some will be personal to me while others are written specifically to boggle the readers mind, and I hope my dear readers will comment what the poems mean to...
