Writingpoetry

[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

dotsdots
nav
  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav



    nav
  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav



    << | >>
    poetry


    dots Submission Name: maybedots
    --------------------------------------------------------





    Author: endmypain
    ASL Info:    15/f/florida
    Elite Ratio:    3.32 - 122/104/26
    Words: 86
    Class/Type: Story/Cutting or Mutilation
    Total Views: 742
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 465



    Description:
       anything really.can you relate?what are your openions...


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsmaybedots
    -------------------------------------------


    i wanna take a razor
    take a razor to my wrist
    watch the blood excape through my vains
    drain down my wrist
    as my pain grows stronger i dig the blade deeper and harder into my arm.
    all my thoughts are slowely dissapearing and the pain is getting worse.as i take the blade to my arm i think maybe this time i will succeed and kill myself.maybe this time all my fears and all my pain will dissapear and maybe this time ...i will too.




    Submitted on 2005-06-24 14:29:49     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!




    ||| Comments |||
      I have read many of these types of poems. In some cases, its a way of asking for help, in others it's a way of just venting. I hope this was just venting. Life is to short as it is.
    I know. I'm bipolar 11, too. I know the downs and they are way down there. If you need someone to talk to, drop me a line.

    illusions
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by illusions35904 | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree with Bill...this is the utter epitome of cutter poetry which is really overused. And believe it or not, life never sucks as bad as you think it does. I would know. you just need to know too. Got hopes for ya kid. Pull thru, best of luck, keep writing.
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by rockunsilenced | [ Reply to This ]
      I think that big bill needs to REALIZE how to spell. I like this poem. It reminds me of several of my own. (Bleed, Seeping Scarlet, Puncture, ect.) I think only another cutter can know how it feels to have the obsession and powerful need to cut. Anyways, good job.
    LeAnna
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by RedRoseofBlood | [ Reply to This ]
      Lmao, this is like the epitome of cutter poetry
    I think you need to look around and realise that life is not so bad, in fact, life is awesome
    Even if you have to run to the forest or climb a mountain to see that, you should.
    I've felt several times in the past like dieing myself , but then, who would write all of these wacky poems?
    Cheer Up.
    Big Bill
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by Big_Bill789 | [ Reply to This ]


    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?



    64096

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


    Google
     


    poetry

    dotsLogindots

    User Name:

    Password:

    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]


    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems
    Posted

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]



    FontSize:
    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]
     Poetry