i feel nothing im not real

push this pen into my veins
till my thoughts become ink
exhaling what i think
this is my outlet
my way to speak

my mind suffers from insomnia
thoughts of manufactured happiness
self inflicted pain
dance to the beat of the drum through my brain
and as i stomp unwanted feelings
so far into the earth
that i swear the devil felt
every tear that never melt
down my contorted face

my hearts always been yours to take
but when you look into my eyes
you swore to see a ghost

so i'll disguise myself with this dagger
you've already pulled the trigger
now take all you can
take everything
cause im more vulnerable than i've ever been

i'll show you what it's like to hurt
cause fear is all i feel
the antidote sucked into a needle
shot straight to the vein
pick the scab
watch it bleed
forgetting how to heal

strip me of my safety
leave me out to dry
and as saltwater burns all open wounds
i'll dream of you my dear

will this downfall come in grace?
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Posted: Jul 2011
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swade777
Behind that painted face lies an incredible brain capable of thinking thoughts way beyond most people's ability to think!! I think you're destined to be a famous writer of song lyrics! Maybe not the sort of songs that I'd enjoy listening to, but that's what makes our world an interesting place to live, and not just to visit...... DIVERSITY! - You've got a healthy dose of talent young lady!!
Redex
What a read, yes I hope peace will reign now. My first thought was wow, then I thought no-one, nothing should make someone feel so, lack of freedom acceptance oh alsorts muddled up came in.
Still enjoyed the read and stirrings it broughtteddybear hug
mcradloff
I admire anyone who gets a tattoo, I could never do it. I remember working with them, the tattooed folk, always felt fearful of them, always wanted to ask them why did you get that one, what does it mean? Your poem is very raw and honest, nice!teddybear comfort
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