Lines

Lines

A Poem by Chrystal Mytears

Lines

Line 1
Relieving my hurt
Line 2
Showing my desperation
Line 3
Ridding myself of pent up anger
Line 4
Not sure about what to do
Line 5
Giving way to the pain
Line 6
Furious and hopeless
Line 7
Wanting it all to be over
Line 8
Giving up
Line 9
Wondering how to do it
Line 10
Attempting to end it
Line 11
Wondering why fear keeps me alive
Going back to lines
...
How many lines shall maim my skin until I have no more skin to mare?

© 2014 Chrystal Mytears


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This touches home too severely, not with myself but with a beloved family member. Growing up he cut himself a lot.. He would enter my room and have me aid his too deep but not deep enough cuts so that no one would know. But I would know. It terrorized me.. One day I decided to give it a try to show him how I felt about him. It worked, he quit cutting afraid it would cause me to hurt myself.. But then about four years later he cut himself so deep.. He bled all the way up my stair case, on onto my carpet in my room. His socks were stuck to his legs.. I had to stitch him up, clean the wounds which still stung so deeply. He's so bad now, alcohol increases it.. His pain is my pain because I love him with my heart. There's nothing that can stop it, no words.. Every single day I worry I will hear it... You may not feel the love that is around you, but it is there.. I sure do hope that you will truly be okay. I don't know you, but I love you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This touches home too severely, not with myself but with a beloved family member. Growing up he cut himself a lot.. He would enter my room and have me aid his too deep but not deep enough cuts so that no one would know. But I would know. It terrorized me.. One day I decided to give it a try to show him how I felt about him. It worked, he quit cutting afraid it would cause me to hurt myself.. But then about four years later he cut himself so deep.. He bled all the way up my stair case, on onto my carpet in my room. His socks were stuck to his legs.. I had to stitch him up, clean the wounds which still stung so deeply. He's so bad now, alcohol increases it.. His pain is my pain because I love him with my heart. There's nothing that can stop it, no words.. Every single day I worry I will hear it... You may not feel the love that is around you, but it is there.. I sure do hope that you will truly be okay. I don't know you, but I love you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 19, 2014
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