Attempt at a poem

[Katie Lydia]

Im not one for poems, it's my first attempt so if it's crap, sorry.

It's pretty much how im feeling right now.

Any advice/tips on how to make future poems better are accepted. xx


Im afraid, im broken again, yes again.
What do i use? What can i see?
A blade, a pill, a rope for me?
Too slow, too hard, too tricky.
I want fast relief AKA a quicky.
It's not the tears that bother me
Its the screaming, the howling and the pain noone sees
My life, it just feels like one big tease
The cuts on my arm, pink, purple and sometimes blue
The things we've been through
The pointing, the questions and the wondering why
I don't tell them, or it's usually lies
It's none of their business, how dare they ask
The cutting is for me, its my task
The relief is numbing, makes me feel good
I dont expect they'll understand, who could?
My pain is my pain.
It will die with me too
So i hope this is on my gravestone
People; fuck you.

[broken]

I like your poem. And really, poetry isn't something that has rules. A good poem is up front and honest. Or a good poem is a dream, or about the thing you hate. Or love. It's a way to express yourself, as you've found out. But really, there are no rules.

Oh, and your right. I never understood why people cut themselves. I've always thought its just a way to get attention from someone who's hurting and wanting help to feel loved or wanted or accepted. Maybe I'm wrong.. Forgive me if I spoke bluntly, I do not mean to offend.

Cheers - Riz

[MissJessicaAnne]

i love this poem.
it really touched me
i know how you feel
and i feel as though i can comepletely relate

xx
Jess