Holding on Losing grip

By , Unfortunetly, TX
I hate this feeling
the feeling that consumes me
the feeling that leaves me dark
dark and empty
dark, empty, alone
but i show that i'm happy on the inside
nobody would ever know
but with that said
why would they need to
it just causes more hurt
i want my nails dug into my skin
or that sharp edge dancing on my arm
trying to find a perfect spot
nothing will help me
will it
if you knew
would you
but i fend for myself
i am my greatest enemy
i wish i could learn
to not be...





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julywinters1226 said...
Sept. 12, 2012 at 5:38 am
Poetry can be a great outlet.This one is good. :)
 
Photographywonder replied...
Sept. 18, 2012 at 8:01 am
Thanks so much
 
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