Rivers of Red

im rating this for teen...because well its one of my more darker poems...and do note i've never done this i just imagine it from the persons point of view of how they must really feel

Rivers of Red

By: Jenna

 

I want to remember how to feel…

Something outside and physical something that seems real…

I’m tired of the pain that resides on my heart…

It makes me sick and alone in the dark.

 

I stare at my skin and smile peacefully…

As my fingers dance across the ravines buried in my skin…

A tender touch of blood here and just a smidgen there…

A reminder that something in the lies is still true and there.

 

I’m alive and the red on my skin proves me correct every time…

People say its bad to injure yourself but I can’t help but wonder…

Is it because it helps you feel that makes it bad…

Or the fact some people just can’t seem to ever understand?

 

The release of adrenaline out of your body when it has no place else to go…

I’m not addicted to pain in fact it makes me cry smearing blood down my cheeks…

As I bury my head deep into the rivers of red pooling around my feet.

 

I just want to know something is still true…

And none of you refuse to help me to do so…

So don’t claim to know how I feel…

You’re completely clueless an idiotic fool.

 

I’m dying in an unseen river of red…

Not the ones that bleed from my skin…

But instead the ones that fall from the depths of my heart.

Author's Note

like i said never have done it so don't even start with me on it....sadly as it seems my better poetry is the poetry i write when im really mad or upset

Reviews

[megalOmaniac]

its the same with me..poetry i write wen im not hurt just sounds shallow n fake..