ml-collins
American
I cant react the way i want/the way i should to what happens around me. I am suppose to not be seen or heard. Poetry is my voice,my scream,my punch. My poems are my darkest thoughts,fears & concerns. I dont care if you like my poems but just read them. They will give you an unique insight to a very troubled 'old'person.
pain,pain go away
come back another day.
i think will
i think i might
come back to slice tonite.
razor deep.
tearing flesh.
take your last
painful breath.
pull it in.
drag it out.
watch my blood flow out.
unseen feelings.
unheard screams.
god this knife means everything.
what if he finds them?
what if he sees?
will he understand
the release i need?
pain pain go away
come back another day.
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 9:17 AM UTC
Tonite was the first time. To feel the knife tear my skin. See my blood bubble then flow. Flush with a painful glow. I cant scream or yell or throw my pain away. I let it flow. My crimsion release.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 7:13 PM UTC