I Lost

March 17, 2010
By Anonymous

Bang my head against these walls
Go to sleep before it calls
Whispers words of pain and danger
Run away from this awful stranger

Shaky hands and shining blades
Soon enough the urge fades
Though it returns in record time
You mustn’t listen and commit the crime

Never let it touch your heart
Or your skin you might rip apart
Always wearing layers of clothes
To hide the marks that everyone loathes

Picking you apart piece by piece
Locks and chains for no release
Handing you your silver craving
Your arms a canvas for your own painting

Push the muffling hands away
Though you don’t feel it’s much to pay
So if it’s not your choice, then who’s?
It’s yourself you’re losing, you lose

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on Apr. 24 2010 at 9:56 am
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take... but by the moments that take your breath away.

Great poem! You have a way with words...


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