Fuck; written Jan 20, 2015
The ever echoing call of
"I fucked up"
Rings in my mind.
Sharp cold rings
Of thoughts
Close
In around
My neck slowly
I look up to where
Supposedly someone is watching
And loves me and can
Save me and yet
Say nothing.
I call out
Instead to those who
Are here and love
Me dearly for help since
They're bound
To know something about
Fucking up.
I fucked up.
I scream
I want blood
I want my own blood
I want violence to sate this primal hunger
I need a hug from someone close
I wish for her and pray for the end of the week.
I need love.
My thoughts are
Waves on the beach
Choppy and unsure but powerful
Sweeping me off my feet and tripping me
Washing over like
Cold reminders
I don't work.
The call rings true as
The laugh from them
Whether at me
Or with me
Everything hurts.
Everything hurts
Everything hurts
Everything hurts
Everything hurts,
No no no
No no no no
No no no no no.
I am
Fucking
Up as we
Speak someone
Please help
Me.
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Poems Ring Deeply In The Soul
PoetryPoems by me. Often sad. That's your warning. Intro: Hi. Wrote some poems. Will continue to do so. That's what this'll be. Thanks. All poems will be dated and titled, like this: "Title Of Poem; written date" So yeah. Keep reading then. Rated PG for n...
