He Says

I'm staring in the mirror I just don't get it.

I turn to walk I way still in distraught.

I take the razor blade from the dresser.

It doesn't hurt as bad as the last time.

 

I've gotten used to the feeling.

The blood isn't warm anymore.

I just don't understand.

What makes him say that, I don't see it in me.

 

You can't love me, I can't love you.

He pulls the curtains shut again.

I forgot to this morning.

He whispers the same words into my ear.

 

Still I don't understand what he see's in me.

I'm empty, I have nothing to give and don't take whats offered.

My clothes aren't even casual,

I don't take the time to make myself pretty.

 

He say's to me again, You're Beautiful.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Outside of the razor blade scenario, I can completely put myself in this situation with my ex wife. She never understood why I thought she was beautiful even when she wasn't trying. Great write. Very descriptive.

[Wildecat]

An emotional poem, guess we all have a dark side, nice write.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is really gut wrenching... such deep and sorrowful emotions... we can become our own worst critique...

wonderful job of showing just how dark life can be in our own minds.

[Rachel DeHart]

Wow..
I've been feeling like this exactly.. all week.
Amazing. Because I was just thinking how I don't know how to put it to words. And bam, you've got it.

Wonderful. I love the way the last line catches it all.