Rants That Rhyme: Poetry

Colors (Trigger Warning)

This blood I bleed
Is angry red

Like the skin around my eyes
From all the tears I've shed

And all those angry
Words I said

But the thoughts swimming
Inside my head

Are gray

Just like
The light of day

The sun doesn't
Come out to play

Wish and wish
As I may

Blood red
Tears shed
Things said
Clear my head

It can't be cleared
As I hold on
To life so dear
I'm just a pawn

This stupid game
Don't want to play
For it keeps me from seeing
The brightness of day.

Author's Note Time!

Hello loves! I'm back again. This poem has a trigger warning in it, so I hope I didn't trigger anyone when I published it. I wrote this one after I had relapsed and cut myself 7 times. I should have written it before I cut, but I wasn't thinking. I was impulsive, and acted without thinking of the consequences. I believe I wrote this on March 17th, 2017. I had cut myself because I felt really guilty for breaking a promise to Savy_Pearson. I actually didn't really break it is what she said, but I had written this poem to tell her that I had cut again, but I never ended up showing it to her. I felt too bad and I didn't want to be a burden.

I know now that I'm not a burden to anyone, and if I am, then they don't see my true value, but I really felt like I was at the time. Savy, I'm sorry that this is the first time you're seeing this. I'm sorry if you're mad at me. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you. I should have.

Though I did write this because of cutting, it remains one of my favorite poems to this day, to be honest. Even though it's only been about a month since I wrote it. Oh well. I'm glad that I'm finally seeing that my writing is worth something.

This note has probably been more of a letter, but I love to share my poetry, and if I share my poetry I have to share the stories behind the poems.

Expect another update tonight you guys, love you!