The Urge.

I feel the urge beneath my skin

I can't handle it, not anymore..

It's digging so deep..

I'm wounded for life..

It won't heal..

It feels like..

I feel..

Devastated..

Lonely..

Suicidal..

You know...

It's all the same..

Yet...

It's taking me over..

"The urge is all talk"

No...

That urge is real..

Nothing's made up..

Nothing can stop it..

Dark had taken a tight grip of my arm..

I can't escape..

Pain from within is taking me over.

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems..
Honest Opinion As Always..

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

A very intense poem well written.

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

This is so deep, heartwrenching, and saddening to read...yet it is fantastic! Your word choice captivates and really makes the reader feel your emotions....wonderful work, my dear = ]

-Femme_Gothique (Brittany)

[Desmund Tiny]

It's a nice poem. I love it

[Stormy Weather]

I like it. Good poem.

[Jeremy Baker]

It's quite eerie to read of this level of emptiness and anxiety building up - I relate to it too much - but you have written this with great skill and passion.

[BlueberryKisses]

Great poem :) It really captivated me... x

[Carrion.]

hmm, reminds me of Alesana's album "the emptiness"
Like, this poem, it has a deep meaning. Your trapped by your reality and what your thoughts say, maybe its just talk, or maybe its real.
I LOVE this:D

[Caleb Pendleton]

I'm confused as to what "the urge" is. What are you urging for? This makes the poem unsatisfying.