ANother of my poems
Counting the scars of love
On my wrist and on my arm.
No one to turn to, So I turn
To this, my only salvation: Self-harm.
Remembering your lies,
Your broken promises and your hate.
What once I had, now is gone,
All I have left now is my fucked-up Fate.
Your photo lies shattered
Down on the floor.
My heart jumps at every noise,
Hoping you return through the door.
My life has lost its meaning,
I am wondering through Life's maze.
On my second bottle of vodka,
I never want to wake from this alcoholic haze.
There's a lot of things to be done,
And I am too busy to be heart broken.
I want to call you on the phone,
So much to say, yet it remains unspoken.
When I first saw you, you were
So beautiful, sweet and kind.
No I want to forget your fucking face,
I've got to drink you right off my mind.
And I am crying all the time,
I try to keep it covered with a smile.
I'm like a character out of a Kafka,
Condemned, not even a trial.
I've been told this will heal given time,
The wounds will fade, it won't take long.
But I am here staring at the wall,
Wondering where it all went wrong.
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Counting the scars of love
On my wrist and on my arm.
No one to turn to, So I turn
To this, my only salvation: Self-harm.
Remembering your lies,
Your broken promises and your hate.
What once I had, now is gone,
All I have left now is my fucked-up Fate.
Your photo lies shattered
Down on the floor.
My heart jumps at every noise,
Hoping you return through the door.
My life has lost its meaning,
I am wondering through Life's maze.
On my second bottle of vodka,
I never want to wake from this alcoholic haze.
There's a lot of things to be done,
And I am too busy to be heart broken.
I want to call you on the phone,
So much to say, yet it remains unspoken.
When I first saw you, you were
So beautiful, sweet and kind.
No I want to forget your fucking face,
I've got to drink you right off my mind.
And I am crying all the time,
I try to keep it covered with a smile.
I'm like a character out of a Kafka,
Condemned, not even a trial.
I've been told this will heal given time,
The wounds will fade, it won't take long.
But I am here staring at the wall,
Wondering where it all went wrong.
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kaapow:
looks like you're set for a good christmas then