inseCURE-They Lied
Roach
23 Aug, 2012 08:20 AMInsecurity has no cure so why spell it out? Why make up lies just because you're in doubt? Bullied for anything you wish I hold tightly to my razor blade I can deal with this. Smashing the mirrors cause I hate what I see My razor blade should fix everything The coolness of it against my pallid flesh Crimson blood of a new wound. Fresh. Tears stained against my skin Should I ever breathe in again? Will never love what I see Is life supposed to be deadly. Razor blade dripping precious red Got nothing but insanity in my head Her tears, her scars and deep cuts I feel the pain, its not enough Open your eyes, what can you see An insecure bullied girl, here is me.
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Post a Comment11 Mar, 2013 01:44 AM
This is beautiful. honestly i love this poem. its how so many of us are feeling and you captured it in words its amazing loved it :)
20 Mar, 2013 02:05 PM
I loved it reminds me of me n what I'm going through very nice
29 May, 2013 02:45 PM
THIS REALLY IS HOW I FELL ON A DAILY BASES IT IS AWSOME THAT I CAN FIND SOMETHING LIKE THIS THAT HITS SO CLOSE TO HOME!!!