Dreading

[Guest Maria_B]

Running it along the edge

On the inside, lower side

From the top, all the way down

To split a hair

It wont leave a scar

If it is not able to heal

Ceramic to lay one to rest

Warming it along

They say, the blood is life

I wonder then if I spill mine

Will new life be born

from my blood?

Pointless, then, the tears on my cheek

Only explaining I’m weak

survival of the fittest

and I am not fit to survive

I’ve been inside their head

and know firsthand they want me dead

If everyone wishes the same for me

Why stop, when one can be done with

to save millions a trouble

since one can trouble millions

Forthright in this respect

Understand what to do

Just to spice up the daily

What is wrong with

a blood red tinge?

after all, its not a bath

unless a blood bath.

[Guest miss kindheart]

Dear Maria,

<<< hug >>>

You poem made me sad ((

I hate the thought of self harm

And even more so when it is you

Why can't you see that it doesn't matter what everyone wishes for you

What matters is what you want for yourself

No one has a right to judge you

I believe that In the end it will be you who judges your life

And as for the now, it is up to you to judge who and what you are

Believe you are and you shall be

Their will always be people who will find something they don't like about you

That is their problem

Do not let their problem become yours

Any way your poem was well written

It has power

Please be safe

<<<< hug >>>>

vanna

[Guest Maria_B]

Thanks for the kind words, Vanna.

Sometimes you just get down D: Though my poem is about rather nasty things, it is actually a good thing An emotional release.

I give people too much permission to judge me, you're right ^.^

I need to take myself back for me.

-hugs-

[Guest Krisina]

That was a really good poem, you have talent. Yes it is good to have a release when you write something like this. I bet most people if they were to really get to know you better would want you to live a long, full and happy life.

Hugs

Krisina