The Masochist

This is my corner.

This is my safety suit.

This is my blood.

This is my living proof.

 

This is where I do my dirty work.

This is why I do it.

This is where I hide my scares.

This is how I blew it.

 

I'm labeled an "emo."

It's not who I am.

I'm labeled a "freak."

It's not who I am either.

 

I'm just a girl.

A girl who lives for the sight,

Of the red oozing liquid,

Coming out of her arm.

 

I do it because I'm fictional.

I don't believe I'm alive.

But to see this crimson liquid,

Makes me think otherwise.

 

They say there's something wrong with me.

They say I have no reason to do it.

They say I'm stronger than that.

They have no idea.

 

I can't handle being invisible.

I can't handle the past.

I can't handle being strong.

I can't handle the pain.

 

So I'll do it again.

In my tiny little corner,

With my tiny little blade,

And my tiny little, broken heart.

 

 

Author's Note

This is nothing special.

Reviews

[Robert J Poe]

such a dark poem for such a dark time.

[Sseoni]

Wow! What a grat poem! I loved it! The emotion that you expressed is so amazing and real! I loved the rhyme scheme and choice of words! Awesome poem! :D

[MeowMeowMiek]

I liked some of the rhyme you had.

Rhythm was not off, but just a flow to get used to. This had potential of bittersweet. Could have really given it some glow and some impact.