Drop It

Drop this feeling of guilt masked

with my self confidence

That pulls me down whenever it can.

ALWAYS lurking.....

For the world does not hear the drips of deciet on you wrists

SO crimson SO black

Feel for once

Feel, this last time before your done

Thats it...breath

that stench of failure and memories 

that lurke with the cries of your own pity

DONT pity yourself...Thats pathetic

But Who Will?

Who will dry all the waterfalls Ive filled

Who will wipe all the memories Ive cut?

No One

No Human

No Body..........So Drop It

Reviews

[Kgosi]

fighting spirit poertry... that's what i call it, great piece.

[C.D.Ester]

Oh my god Briona this poem is so alive it reminds me of what we do as srtists the fact that we spend our lives giving away our joy and cutting through our deepest pains to give the audience a view of the thing we deny ourselves the truth and thats the strength of this piece that it tells the truth

[Kendall Edison]

Good Job Bree Bree

[Sarah]

I really enjoyed reading this. The anger and hopelessness is evident in this piece, and also the sort of growing independance - that no one will help you if you don't help yourself. I would love to hear this read outloud, because I'm sure then all the capitilizations and stressed words would make your emotion become even more evident! Great job! =)