Post by Sister Grimm on Apr 15, 2009 15:33:52 GMT -7
***I was going through a difficult time in my life about a year ago... the implications in this poem are first-hand***
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The flower falls,
The bird is dead.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
My spirit crushed into a million pieces.
Where are you?
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
How do I cope?
How can I keep myself from feeling this pain
This horror?
How can I keep from feeling reality?
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
A mirror.
Fat, ugly, stupid.
Words that have hit me like bullets from an enemy’s gun
Are now being shot at me from my own weapon.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Distract me from life.
Pinch hard. Pinch harder.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Blood is drawn.
Distract me from my pain.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Distract me from myself.
Hit hard. Hit harder.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Bruises form
The book drops.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Distract me from the people around me.
Band hard. Bang harder.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
My head is dizzy.
It feels numb.
It feels nice to hit against a cold wall
And for a second, forget all your pain.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Cut once.
Cut deep.
Cut deeper.
One cut.
Two cut.
Three cut.
Four cut.
Cut twice.
Cut long.
Cut longer.
One cut.
Two cut.
Three cut.
Four cut.
Bleed, bleed, bleed.
Release my blood
Release my pain.
One cut.
Two cut.
Three cut.
Twelve cut.
Bleed more.
Release my life,
Don’t come back.
One cut too many.
Over the edge. Too much.
Get something to stop the bleeding.
Is that a light I see?
No. I can’t pass out.
No. Then they’ll know.
No. No. No.
Distract me from all terror.
Play loud. Play louder.
One note.
Two note.
Three note.
Four note.
Play for all I’m worth.
Play for my pain.
Play for my joy.
Play for the one I lost.
Play for me.
Play for you.
Pain releases,
Don’t come back.
Music fills,
Don’t leave me again.
Don’t stand up from the piano again,
Never let go of the keys.
If I do, I might get lost once more.
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The flower falls,
The bird is dead.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
My spirit crushed into a million pieces.
Where are you?
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
How do I cope?
How can I keep myself from feeling this pain
This horror?
How can I keep from feeling reality?
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
A mirror.
Fat, ugly, stupid.
Words that have hit me like bullets from an enemy’s gun
Are now being shot at me from my own weapon.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Distract me from life.
Pinch hard. Pinch harder.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Blood is drawn.
Distract me from my pain.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Distract me from myself.
Hit hard. Hit harder.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Bruises form
The book drops.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Distract me from the people around me.
Band hard. Bang harder.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
My head is dizzy.
It feels numb.
It feels nice to hit against a cold wall
And for a second, forget all your pain.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Cut once.
Cut deep.
Cut deeper.
One cut.
Two cut.
Three cut.
Four cut.
Cut twice.
Cut long.
Cut longer.
One cut.
Two cut.
Three cut.
Four cut.
Bleed, bleed, bleed.
Release my blood
Release my pain.
One cut.
Two cut.
Three cut.
Twelve cut.
Bleed more.
Release my life,
Don’t come back.
One cut too many.
Over the edge. Too much.
Get something to stop the bleeding.
Is that a light I see?
No. I can’t pass out.
No. Then they’ll know.
No. No. No.
Distract me from all terror.
Play loud. Play louder.
One note.
Two note.
Three note.
Four note.
Play for all I’m worth.
Play for my pain.
Play for my joy.
Play for the one I lost.
Play for me.
Play for you.
Pain releases,
Don’t come back.
Music fills,
Don’t leave me again.
Don’t stand up from the piano again,
Never let go of the keys.
If I do, I might get lost once more.
