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Red Beads Forming
the icy cold metal at my ankle
a couple quick moves
and the beads form
one by one the perfect ruby anklet appears
red beads from on my body all the time
almost never covered I let them shine
no one notices much at all
i got scratched
i got nicked
it was the cat
it was the fence
every lie neatly covers a harsh goodbye
one icy slash across my wrist
there we go in pure bliss
a tattoo writes the words love and hate
the scars they leave will never be erased
on my skin there or beads of red forming
in my eyes there or beads of teal streaming
I lay here screaming
because no one is seeing
my beads are deep never to be leaving
a couple quick moves
and the beads form
one by one the perfect ruby anklet appears
red beads from on my body all the time
almost never covered I let them shine
no one notices much at all
i got scratched
i got nicked
it was the cat
it was the fence
every lie neatly covers a harsh goodbye
one icy slash across my wrist
there we go in pure bliss
a tattoo writes the words love and hate
the scars they leave will never be erased
on my skin there or beads of red forming
in my eyes there or beads of teal streaming
I lay here screaming
because no one is seeing
my beads are deep never to be leaving
Published 5th Mar 2014
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5th Mar 2014 1:16pm
:( this is sad, if nobody sees, can't you scream it in someone's face so they hear?, why silently struggle? this poem makes me think of all my friends and family who died, alone, hanging from a tree, or my best friend who shot herself in the face, these people laughed and lived and then one day without warning they were gone, and now me and those who loved them have to make sense of this horrific mess, when someone commits suicide they just don't kill themselves they take a part of everyone who loved them, they may have died but they created zombies who live with the pain of an untimely death of those they loved, why is it the ones who are loved the most never feel it? I hope this is just a write, only a poem, not the way you live.
5th Mar 2014 3:19pm
I'm sorry if I bothered you. I too have lost friends and family to such event. I wrote this poem many years ago. I am not longer that kind of person I am sorry to disturb you. I marked it for content due to the triggers I am sorry.
5th Mar 2014 3:25pm
no, I want to read these type of things, they are life and they are real, it is just ya know, a reminder but that's ok, I want to be reminded I want to remember that behind the toughest and most beautiful smile can live pain.
thanks for sharing :)
thanks for sharing :)
