Catacombs

Another cold, dead morning
So hollow within my shell
I have my defenses they keep me alive
A crooked view of my own failures
The fact I have under achieved
is enough to feel self conscious
I cannot fake how I feel
The drama of self pity
A f*****g bullshit view of the past
A beauty always desired
I somehow always manage to wilt
even the purest of flowers
Maybe there's a new way to exist
instead of within the skin of uncertainty
You cut yourself to feel something new
I see myself as expendable though it's hardly a bad thing

Reviews

[FateDictates]

then that moment too will pass..love what you do to words..your new fan....

[L4rn13]

Very bold use of words that strike chords like arrows. Sharp and straight to the point. Interesting write.

[Luna Zerimar]

"Another cold, dead morning...So hollow within my shell.." That's me. Holy...that's me.

[Madalyn Beck]

Great write, Elliott! You have weaved together a powerful and emotional poem. :)

[Johanna]

A very emotional poem.. with a direct, straight forward layer to it. "I somehow always manage to wilt
even the purest of flowers" loved these to lines especally, you´ve got skills Elliott!

[Brook]

Great write, wonderfully written. I like the line
"You cut yourself to feel something new"

[Tina Louise UK]

A somber piece, your still so young...well expressed hunni :) x