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black and red
January 4, 2010
Black tears fall
Down their faces
Leaving streaks that won't go away
Red hearts break
Inside thier bodies
Leaving all hope dead and gone
Black nails clench
In tight fists
Leaving marks on their palms
Red wrists scream
Oustide no one can hear
Leaving loneliness as their only comfort
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This article has 3 comments.
*Blu*Eyed*Bi* said...
on Feb. 2 2010 at 11:59 am
thank you :) sometimes it returns but then it flys away as fast as it came. And i hope you get better too
kodyz_angel PLATINUM said...
on Jan. 25 2010 at 7:20 pm
thank u. and i wrote this poem bc i am constantly going through what this poem describes but i felt like putting it in third person bc i know more ppl then me go through this. so i figured the poem should be for more ppl then me. and i hope things get better for you. even though hope seems to have fled from you it will find its way back in the most unexpected ways.
*Blu*Eyed*Bi* said...
on Jan. 25 2010 at 4:18 pm
I love this poem. it has a deeper meaning to me because i have cried alot lately, my heart is broken, there is no hope for me and i feel no hope, my nails are painted black, i have a scar on my right hand where i clenched my hand down hard, and my wrists are indeed red. your an amazing writer
