x- Breathing Death -x

A very low-on-self-esteem poem. Quite emo. As mentioned in my intro, it was a phase.

Hugging myself on the cold floor,
I sit there in my dark room shutting the door.
I look at those scars and cuts,
But they are still not enough.
The misery just keeps adding on,

So I make and carve,
Everyday I starve
To death.
I paint the walls,
Fill the halls,
With my screams and shouts.
Why the hell am I breathing death?

Not one single day goes away,
Without a smile on the face.
I walk alone with black dark eyes.
It’s so prominent that I cry.
There comes a finger pointing
At my swollen face.
Cuts and gashes make their trace.
Not a single place left empty,
Every day’s misery
Evident on my skin.
So I carve and bleed,
Every word I scream and breathe
Out of anger.

So I make and carve,
Everyday I starve
To death.
Id paint the walls,
About my pain.
Ill tell a story which will remain
Imprinted over there.
My nails are black my palm is red.
Let’s say filled with my own bloodshed.
I don’t even want to pray,
'Cause there is no word I’d like to say,
Existing in the world,
That would take me away,
From this world that I lie astray.

I sit there in the very room,
View pretty dizzy,
I cannot assume,
The smell of my blood
Still manages to remind me
I'm still freaking alive.
But the truth is I want to die.
Carve and bleed,
Every word I scream and breathe,
Out of anger.

So I make and carve,
Everyday I starve
To death.
But still why don’t I succeed,
In my journey to death?

I slightly laugh,
But it’s only half
The agony that I breathe.
But still it won’t let me end
My life but I can’t even pretend.
I suck i'm just a broken end.

-aki

Author's Note

just an addition that It is a mix of a poem and a song.

Reviews

[ALEW]

I'd dig deeper into what this was for you. It feels differently for everyone, so all I can say is really try to grab it. I feel like, when you decided to mention it was just a phase, you let it go. Own it and use it to make yourself, and your writing, stronger.

[x-aki-x]

Thank you for reviewing my work. Well, as you probably will see later, my work does get a little lighter, so that's not completely me anymore However; I still am a dark writer and a crazy one too.