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Originally Posted by Rozzzzzzzzzzzza The poetry forum is not a friendly place, they judge.
I cry every time I read this poem
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I sit in my room crying in the shadows
my wrists speak a dark shade of crimson
The pain and my captive mind are distant now
freedom has found me
and I have found you
I am no stranger to this act they call mutilation
they think it is wrong, it is not right
nothing feels less wrong or more right
you are the only thing in my life
and i do this for you and only you
As a figure approaches me now,
you fade and I fade too.
the sirens sound as I drift out
I am leaving this world
there is no doubt. |
I wasn't mean there, but I can be here. It's absolute shit. The title should be, 'cliche'.
' I sit in my room crying in the shadows'
---boofuckin'hoo so what? Oh yeah, I forgot... every emo 13 year old has the worst life EVER.
'my wrists speak a dark shade of crimson'
---bwahahahahaaa... yeah okay Cause the word crimson is dark, and spooky... and you even told us so.... ooooh.....
'The pain and my captive mind are distant now'
---Somehow I think your mind has always been distant.
'freedom has found me
and I have found you'
---wow... I didn't know you were looking. Was I lost or something? What's the fucking point?
'I am no stranger to this act they call mutilation'
---here it is! *CUTCUTCUT*
'they think it is wrong, it is not right'
---good job there. You said the same thing, twice.
'nothing feels less wrong or more right'
---This is actually getting absurd. Who the fuck cares? Oh wait yeah, you're the only one with issues. You should have put the words 'crimson blood' in this line... would have made it emo-er.
'you are the only thing in my life
and i do this for you and only you'
---what... are we back to the mutilation and dark shades of crimson? Garbage.
' As a figure approaches me now,
you fade and I fade too.
the sirens sound as I drift out
I am leaving this world
there is no doubt.'
---I can't keep going line by line. It hurts my senses too much. And there was way too much lameness in this last stanza. Sirens??? Whatever, bye.
So, in closing, let me sum things up, this poem is teh suck.