You bleed to control the pain inside The insecurities that couldn’t be fixed Confused so all u could do was lie Everyone wondered but no one knew You were drowning in your memories and nobody saw Nobody knows how much it hurts Nobody has cried as much and lied as much To disappear away from the world and never come back ‘cept you There were plenty of hints maybe It was the blood strewn across her arms The vibrating screams in her head that Never seemed to stop, the half empty plates, the common words of Hate that drove her insane Are people stupid there were hints aplenty And noone saw They sent her broken messages of love That seemed to be of hate The blackness that came from hands covered her world into Night , The screams kept coming, the strength she Once had was disappearing She was raped by the words and the hunger for love that Left her defenseless and all she could do was give Razorblade kisses........ And slowly that beautiful angel was being torn apart wing By wing , untill she couldn’t fly away from the pain And depression Hands that torn across her heart and took everything away Hunger for love, hatred , and pain Tear stained pillows Blood stained arms Razor blade kisses was all she knew It was all over in a sec The knife slide across her mind making her insane She tried to fight She tried to win She tried to stand she tried to fly She tried to cry But all she could do was scream……………………………….......
I found her that night that she crawled away Sprawled in a puddle of despise,rejection, and hatred I picked her up and carried her home I cleaned her wings and sewed them back together I gave her words of love and friendship She fights she wins She stands tall She loves harder She knows more She understands more She blames noone And slowly her wings heal into the beauty they had once been And she opened my soul, looked inside, and cried She’s my angel of mercy, my angel, my sister, and my friend
And the screams and razor blade kisses have finally stopped Replaced by one’s of love.
( dedicated to my angel --who saved me)
"she was my floating angel till the hatred of the world took her away"
This is me so hard. Razorblade kisses, such a perfect title. The form could be work on, it's a bit long. But it's more liek prose so it's ok. I like this. I cried.
"I always thought writing poetry was hard, untill i realized sometimes it just slips magically out of my hands and onto paper." Tina
"Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me -- The carriage held but just ourselves And immortality." -Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop For Death
