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Red (Poem, triggering: SH and suicide)) -
September 24th 2012, 08:54 PM
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He held the razor hesitantly,
and pressed it down,
drew a line along his wrist,
and watched as the red swelled down,
Red like the roses and the lipstick that reminded him of his ex.
Red that stood out against his skin like stars against the sky.
Red that was too beautiful,
against his ugly self.
It all started with heartbreak,
he had loved too much, still loved too much,[/indent]the first time he had picked up the razor was right after.
He couldn't believe it,
it had felt like dreams,
they were forever,
just like his scars,
just like the
Red that stood out against his skin,
like stars against the sky.
Red that was too beautiful,
against his ugly self.
He held the razor, no longer hesistant,
and pressed it down, with skill,
he drew the first line,
and wrote a story on his skin,
a story about a boy who loved too much,
that got hurt because through all the love he gave,
none was given in return,
he titled the story Red,
because it was
Red that stood out against his skin,
like stars against the sky,
Red that was too beautiful against his ugly self.
Red like the roses he had given her
and the lipstick that had graced her lips.
He held the razor firmly,
and pushed it down with force,
This was to be the ending lines of
his story titled Red,
Can you guess the end?
I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it a thousand fucking times
That I'm OK, that I'm fine, that it's all just in my mind
But this has got the best of me, and I can't seem to sleep
It's not 'cause you're not with me, it's cause you never leave
Re: Red (Poem, triggering: SH and suicide)) -
September 25th 2012, 01:29 AM
This is amazing! It is sad and powerful, I could feel the emotions in it and the words that you used allowed for vivid imagery, and all in all it was great.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Re: Red (Poem, triggering: SH and suicide)) -
September 25th 2012, 01:30 AM
This is really good. I like it. Keep writing!
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How all my worst fears are letting out
He said, "Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?"
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Re: Red (Poem, triggering: SH and suicide)) -
September 25th 2012, 06:15 AM
Wow, this is amazing! I loved the power behind the words, the emotion, hitting the words just perfectly
Keep writing!
Jay.
Buddy since 18/11/12 LiveHelp Operator since 22/12/12 Add me on Facebook Jay Louise Shorrock!
A whisper in the dark; is better than silence in the light. -Courtesy of your's truly.
My blog is open to all, those whom are easily triggered avoid, it's a story about a girl and her life and how far she has come over the years. If you read it, I hope it inspires you to keep fighting and to NEVER give up!
When you can no longer think of a reason to continue, you must think of a reason to start over.
Re: Red (Poem, triggering: SH and suicide)) -
September 29th 2012, 10:06 PM
Thanks guys! I'm sorry I didn't respond, I actually haven't been on TH a whole lot recently, there is now like, a sister poem to this one, or a continuation... Here it is:
In her hands she held a red rose,
red like the blood that flowed through her viens,
like the lipstick that graced her lips.
He had thought they were forever,
and maybe they once had been,
but her fickle heart did not belong to him.
In her hands she held a red rose,
she pulled it close against her breast,
it was red like his blood,
like the lipstick that graced her lips.
she had never meant to hurt him,
he had once thought they were forever,
and maybe they once had been,
but her fickle heart did not belong to him.
In he hands she held a red rose,
his red rose,
the one that his blood reminded him of,
her lovely lipstick red lips trembled with sobs,
for the boy who had written a story across his skin,
a story titled red.
She had never meant to hurt him,
he had thought they were forever,
but they never had been,
because she had never been truly in love with him,
but he had been with her.
I honestly don't think this one is as good as the first one through.
I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it a thousand fucking times
That I'm OK, that I'm fine, that it's all just in my mind
But this has got the best of me, and I can't seem to sleep
It's not 'cause you're not with me, it's cause you never leave