Living In Your Shoes

Lately I've begun to feel like I'm turning intothe old Richie. I'm all piss & vinegar lately, & he's not as bad anymore & is more like me now...it's getting annpying, so I wrote about it.

 

There is a feeling of emptiness I can’t understand,

As I stare at the razor that sits in my hand.

I don’t even have the strength to sever skin,

To let blood flow out with the despair within.

 

I’m stuck between a rock & a hard place,
I think to myself as I stare at my face.

A crack in the mirror splits my grimace in two.

And I don’t know which side is me, which is you.

 

It seems I’m turning into what you used to be.

Something dark-eyed, scowling, & angry.

It’s like freaky Friday, except we only swapped hearts.

Now yours is full, complete, & mine is torn apart.

Reviews

[Calypso]

This poem has a lot of power. It tells of someone's struggle with cutting and other emotions. Very good.