Advanced Search

 
 
a place to share your original poetry, prose and lyrics

My Song
My arm's a violin,
my blade the bow,
as I play my song of shame

I want to stop,
but know I can't.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Every night I go to bed
and cry myself to sleep.

I dream of death,
I dream so sad,
I dream of cuts too deep.

And when I wake
I always wish
I'd go to sleep for good.

Because I know that I want out,
but don't know if I could.

Written by zoeyeatworld   View profile zoeyeatworld
like this?more poems by author
Published 10th February 2013 7:18am  
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.




4 comments
110 reads
3 likes

Bookmark and Share
Commenting Preference: The author encourages honest critique.

Poet
   



COMPETITIONS "Inspire me" Image-based comp. - Today at 9:50am by Idryad (Grace)
SUGGESTIONS Live open mics for DUers - Today at 9:08am by Jestalessa
POETRY Open mic with audience & panel feedback ... - Today at 8:36am by LobodeSanPedro
COMPETITIONS Four letter challenge! - Today at 7:13am by Miss Chi (Chiyo) ( 1 ... 237 238 239 240 241 )
DISCUSS Ask The Person Below You A Question - Today at 5:49am by Idryad (Grace) ( 1 ... 399 400 401 402 403 )
COMPETITIONS One line collaboration - Today at 5:13am by Idryad (Grace) ( 1 ... 84 85 86 87 88 )
COMPETITIONS I can drift along a beat to a 6 minute freestyle - Today at 3:46am by Crazy_Admirer ( 1 2 )
COMPETITIONS Unappreciated - Today at 3:05am by Idryad (Grace) ( 1 2 3 )
COMPETITIONS A poem that talks about YOURSELF - Today at 2:23am by BoFantastic ( 1 2 3 )
COMPETITIONS One-Colored World - Today at 1:28am by Idryad (Grace)
 
Help |Random Poems |Links |Link to Us |Recommend
Comments on this website are the responsibility of the user who posted them and are not the views of DU Poetry.