Giving my thoughts a big, fat FUCK YOU

[bleedingangel84]

Fierce in my pain--
I want to bite, to
scratch and claw--
cut my own body--
until my skin is-
flayed apart like meat.

Grey smoke is my thoughts--
swirling, dripping, burning--
rushing and racing-
fast and slow--
chaos with too many
empty spaces.

My lips pull apart--
not a smile, but a mask--
everything's a lie,
but you see,
I am fine.

That's what everyone sees--
but deep inside, I ponder death--
not with fear, but with relief--
an end to the insanity of life.

Still, I carry on--
grit my teeth--
search for reasons--
to rise from sleep--
that I wish would never end.

I sing at the top of my lungs--
with tears in my eyes.
I raise a triumphant fist-
when all I want is to die.

I will survive.
These thoughts--
will not beat me--
I am--
Relentlessly--
alive.

Comments

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for always being so supportive. I have written my fair share of bad poems in pursuit of exorcising demons, for sure. Although, I don't think there is any such thing as bad poetry, since even the ones we think are bad give us emotional release. Poetry has been my safety valve ever since I was 11 and fell in love with it. Good or bad, it seems to work. I will keep doing it. Thank you for the quote. I will keep that in mind. *hugs*

So sorry for the late reply. Time has gotten away from me lately.

[my_thestral]

Oh, don't even get me started on time, my kids are eating mine like vermin - I go to bed twice and it's Christmas! :P
Septembers are usually busy for me as well with school starting and projects at work starting to close down, so I completely understand if someone doesn't find time for things other than real life - god knows I'm hard pressed to.:P
You sound a bit better, so I hope you stay that way for some time. I hope life is easy on you! Hugs!