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Red Boxes.
You won't ever see
what I do to myself.
You'll never open
that red box on my shelf.
Your wildest dreams
couldn't ever compare...
to what I keep in that box,
the things that I dare.
Take a guess, if you want.
Atleast I have your attention.
I'll leave a big enough impact
to score an honorable mention.
A crumpled nurses slip
lies beneath your bed.
I remember slinging it at you
and crying, because you'd never understand.
44 lacerations,
up and down the right arm.
I wonder if you felt bad
for causing my self harm?
what I do to myself.
You'll never open
that red box on my shelf.
Your wildest dreams
couldn't ever compare...
to what I keep in that box,
the things that I dare.
Take a guess, if you want.
Atleast I have your attention.
I'll leave a big enough impact
to score an honorable mention.
A crumpled nurses slip
lies beneath your bed.
I remember slinging it at you
and crying, because you'd never understand.
44 lacerations,
up and down the right arm.
I wonder if you felt bad
for causing my self harm?
Published 11th Apr 2012
| Edited 12th Apr 2012
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11th Apr 2012 9:49pm
This is really deep, and of course dark. I was intrigued and fascinated as the poem went on... I think it could have been a little bit longer, but that's not really a complaint, I would have just liked to have read more.
Great job.
Great job.
12th Apr 2012 11:14am
11th Apr 2012 10:26pm
I could feel the pain and underlying anger in this piece keep writing.
Keep purging yourself of the pain
Keep purging yourself of the pain
12th Apr 2012 11:15am
I'll probably keep writing til I'm a shriveled pillowcase of a human being. No worries there.. Thank you.
