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[aid] => mick
[title] => Stitches Pulled
[time] => 2006-01-23 11:53:35
[hometext] => Stitches may hold everything in but once coming undone everything comes and doesnt stop..
[bodytext] => How can I begin To explain how I feel? These emotions are so screwed I'm not even sure what's real. My mind speaks a language That not even I can understand My heart wont stop screaming About the blood that's in my hand. My head is throbbing Just trying to translate The symbols and instructions That my confused mind will make. I need someone to help me, Someone to lend a hand. I need a holy saviour To lead me from this land. For I am lost inside myself My tears the same like blood. They build up inside my dam Then burst, a bloody flood. I should feel clean, Anew, fresh and bright But instead I feel so dirty, So unclean in this night. I want to be looked after, To no longer have to worry. But no passerby will stop, They just rush on in their hurry. I need someone to help me, To come with needle and thread, To join my pieces together, To stop me before I'm dead. I huddle here in shame For the thing I have become. I have lost the strength to carry on, Drained the will to run. I long for the heavens, To open up and loose the rain, To burn off my outer skin, To wash away my pain. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 571 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MysticFireFairy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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