petalbud Posted July 10, 2005 Share Posted July 10, 2005 I'm losing my grip on this rope. the endless stretch of twine that holds me. Binds me to my life, my sanity, my existence. My hands are sliping. Im dropping, drowning, into this endless pit of nothingness. the nothingness inside of me, Black, Hollow, empty.. I can smell it, from where it's been covered up, The stench of stale decay. Its decayed out of itself,.. I cant cover it up anymore I cant hide my pain. I cant cover my wounds. Theyre open for the world to see. I want to rip to pieces,. My heart, flesh, bones. I want my black rancid blood to ooze out from where it has been kept in. Trapped by my skin, slowly decayed beneath my flesh. Ooze out from my wounds. I have not licked them clean, I dont plan to. Im sick. I was born nothing, i remain nothing, to the earth I return. My coffin, my bed. My bed of peace, end of my pain and struggle. I can lay idle, free, blank. Im hurting on the inside. Ive tried to show you before, but my pain is too much to see,. You ignore. Glass cut drew blood from fat flesh. Drips into puddle on white porcelain tiles. red, pure contrast. My agony drips into a glass of impure wine. Candles burn, my ritual emptying myself, of my nothingness, leaving me feeling empty (still nothing). Glass cut draws blood. accross my decaying flesh, red velvet beads of wine turn rancid before my eyes. Black droplets fall onto the white tile. contrast. Im dirty Im throwing away my pain, Im emptying my pain, putting it out of me. but i end up in more agony My nothingness bleed black rancid blood. impure I cant show you,. thing is, Im invisible. Im going under, I ve decided to return to where i came from. the cold earth, my home. tired of the struggle,. My nothingness breeds pain, agony tears. I leave as i came,. I leave as nothing Farewell PS: keep your death flowers, I dont want them. sorry its a bit lengthy, but thats how i felt. would luv to hear your comments. Id appreicate your comments n critisisms. thanks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tigris Posted September 15, 2005 Share Posted September 15, 2005 You've got to get help to get you out of these black moods. Ask to see a Psychiatrist. Please take care of yourself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HoldMeTightly Posted September 16, 2005 Share Posted September 16, 2005 Tigris, it's just poetry. Writing is one of the best ways to feel better when you're depressed. Many psychiatric facilities give out journals now for people to vent. I thought it was amazing. Keep up the good work petalbud, you have some real talent. I wish I was half as talented as you! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
From_Now_On Posted September 16, 2005 Share Posted September 16, 2005 very, very good. you have pure talent. keep writing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tigris Posted September 24, 2005 Share Posted September 24, 2005 I know this is poetry and it's therapeutic. The problem is she's not dealing with the underlying problem. I got out of my depression by writing romance stories. Petalbud please try and write love poems. Let me know how you're getting on. Good luckand take care. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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