Can No One See, For I Am The Worthless Girl

can no one see what i am slipping into,

can no one understand the things i am beginning to do,

the drugs hide and mask the pain.

the cuts become scars that are all the same,

just one sentence from your mouth spoken,

just some words for the lost and the broken,

keep me safe and sound tonight,

just hold me and turn off the light,

calm and with a poker face on,

no one sees what's going on,

it keeps getting worse since you left,

and no one understands it,

whispers and cries i scream in the dark,

no where to turn and the dog barks,

a razor blade now in my hand,

my body craves to understand,

just one cut please deep please,

something so hurtful it brings the devil to his knees,

for i deserve all the pain in the world,

for i am the one who is a worthless girl.

Reviews

[shweta]

the pain, the worthlessness, the loneliness.. it all jumbles up into one very strong negative emotion. and the way you describe it subtly, hiding the pain in your heart with the pain you inflict your body... it only makes it even stronger.
well written. a 100/100 definitely for this one.

[MandaBear]

Defiantly feel the emotion in this poem. By the way you are worth something to me :) so no need to feel that way lol. But you have an excellent talent for words 100/100

[Your Perfect Disaster]

WEll, idk I can compare to Chris's wonderful review, but this poem itself is almost exactly like those of the emotions you are trying to convey. You're masking 50% of how you feel and hiding the key emotions which is never a good thing. Wonderful write tho, the flow is amazing and the sorrow, depression, longing, is all beautifully portrayed.

[Chris]

Many write of dark emotions in a sense of fun... often because the dark thoughts are the most seeming "intense" and thus you can fixate on just the thought and feel the whisper of the emotional lash.

Sometimes that "whisper" becomes the only seeming thing you can feel - because life has a way of just happening when you aren't ready for anything else.

I could take this poem at its "face" value very easily - that speaks of the verbal empathy I have and you express. Going into meanings - and realities... when your world is a freaking jumble of everything and nothing and the mind is numb and its all just pastels so quiet you want to scream - any bright colors and flavors - even just DOING something for the shock value is all you can come up with to get through to tomorrow. Remember tomorrow it will take something more and the next day even more...until your control is gone. And the thing of this poem that brought a smile to me... how can a "worthless" anyone express something so well that I'll take my time to answer her - quite for real? That sort of says how valued she must be afterall... damn.

Chris