So SureA Poem by Sunflower
Name by name,
Mistake to mistake, No one but myself to blame, Only so many options left to make. A knife in my pocket, But a razor blade in my hand, No heart for a locket, No one to understand. The future is dead, My past calls to be open, Every line has been read, My present has the blood red pen. A stab at my heart, Just to see if it is beating, An attempt at a new start, Has my sanity retreating. Die myself alone, Or die someone else who is free, Leave my voice on my phone, Listen to every word, call again for a repeat. Love is a hopeless emotion given to the weak, As I die I understand the cure, Everyone's future is bleak, And we should never feel so sure.
© 2013 Sunflower |
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1 Review Added on April 10, 2013 Last Updated on April 10, 2013 AuthorSunflowerKendallville, INAbout27. About to be divorced from my abuser. Trying to heal, and still searching to find who my true self is and where my soul feels peace. My life is a constant battle of how tough can I truly be. I have.. more..Writing
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