Sweet Desire

Sweet Desire

A Poem by Kiara

Over and over 
The addiction screams for my attention.
It's always visible.
It's hidden in my scars.
It's the blood flowing
Through my veins.
It's the eyes
Altering my vision.
It's the heart
Telling me it's wrong.
It's my mind
And my body
Telling me I need it.
A little pressure
On my wrist
And a smile comes to my lips.
Who could live without this?
It's the dose of medicine
I require
To go on with life.
It's all I desire.
Every day
And every night
I'll feel this
Wanting in my head.
This can't be wrong.
It feels so right.
It's the only thing
That saves my life.
It heals my sorrow,
Mends my despair,
Ends my worries,
And helps me to care.
I need the pain it brings.
I need the trails of blood it leaves.
I need this addiction of mine
I need to feel the blade of ice.

© 2012 Kiara


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♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥

*lick* The photo is kinda nuts to see for those who have never gone in that direction, but it's at least a lot more "tame" than what I've seen or done to myself. I'm freakin' glad I don't have any visible scars to show, but the one on my arm where my vein was pulled out. : ) I knew how to hide and get rid of the possible scars, and to help myself by literally learning how to suture my own cuts!! : ) I'm thirsty... : ) *Big Hugzz* Your poem reads like addiction and that can change. When you meet someone who is crazy about you and you become confused why he can't accept that you have turned your wrists into bumpy meat because of all the cutting, then that may be too late to change, but your outlook on it will change. It HAS to because drug use in the future is almost inevitable or even eating disorders. It's NOT right, but it DOES feel normal to you right now. Cutters I knew took pills and died, shotguns to their heads, and OD'd... two of them two years ago this past January. Girls with the eating disorders are all gone .....dead, except for one that writes poetry now. They all wasted away and had their wide range of destructive issues, but they don't anymore. It is what they always told others they were hoping for. ....not me. I was told different because I befriended them and introduced them to healthier distractions!! : ) The wrists burn for a reason.... it's not supposed to happen and one day it will go too deep. There is an artery by yor thumb and wrist and it will bleed and shoot blood farther and faster than the one in the neck. That is the ACTUAL place where they used to impale the nail for crucifixion, and not through the palm!! The palm couldn't take the weight of the body, but the fatty section where one of the top three most painful nerves and artery is, does!! : ) Hug my bunny, Taylor. : )


♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥

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xoxo -Mark




Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥

*lick* The photo is kinda nuts to see for those who have never gone in that direction, but it's at least a lot more "tame" than what I've seen or done to myself. I'm freakin' glad I don't have any visible scars to show, but the one on my arm where my vein was pulled out. : ) I knew how to hide and get rid of the possible scars, and to help myself by literally learning how to suture my own cuts!! : ) I'm thirsty... : ) *Big Hugzz* Your poem reads like addiction and that can change. When you meet someone who is crazy about you and you become confused why he can't accept that you have turned your wrists into bumpy meat because of all the cutting, then that may be too late to change, but your outlook on it will change. It HAS to because drug use in the future is almost inevitable or even eating disorders. It's NOT right, but it DOES feel normal to you right now. Cutters I knew took pills and died, shotguns to their heads, and OD'd... two of them two years ago this past January. Girls with the eating disorders are all gone .....dead, except for one that writes poetry now. They all wasted away and had their wide range of destructive issues, but they don't anymore. It is what they always told others they were hoping for. ....not me. I was told different because I befriended them and introduced them to healthier distractions!! : ) The wrists burn for a reason.... it's not supposed to happen and one day it will go too deep. There is an artery by yor thumb and wrist and it will bleed and shoot blood farther and faster than the one in the neck. That is the ACTUAL place where they used to impale the nail for crucifixion, and not through the palm!! The palm couldn't take the weight of the body, but the fatty section where one of the top three most painful nerves and artery is, does!! : ) Hug my bunny, Taylor. : )


♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥ ☆¸.•*¨*`•.☆ ♥

((
(=' :')
(,('')('')


xoxo -Mark




Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

!!!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent write. Powerdul and compelling.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

....it's very interesting to read!!!
=]

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another really powerful piece Taylor...you're really good.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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