Words

[mindless1]

Words


it doesnt hurt me, they want a taste of my skin
im ready to die- got a knife in hand
looking into the mirror it takes a while to see
someone who looks like me, familiar at least
blood is beautiful- blood- is my sacrifice
but i dont take that knife to my chest or neck
my heart- which feels like it's contaminated or infected
my wounds that cry, bruised yellow- I'm white.
It would have been much harder- - -
if I hadnt had the nerve to fight....what chaos it might bring
frostbite in my ears, bent down on purple knees
im just waiting, for a moment- when i see- and really see- light flickering
surrounding, open my mouth and voice my own despairing hatred
but im stuck in this house- with yellow walls, im looking out from the mirror
they're secretly not here.... but the room changes every day- depending on the weather.
words cut like knives, words slice when they're used right- you lean over
SCREAMING into my ears- GET OUT! no one wants you here- so i creep in the shadows...
shuffle my feet down the corners of the hall...take my pills ---all the colors of the rainbow.
and it's all deteriorating- not worth it- these golden words--- they bend and wither
without being heard.

[Aaroneet]

You, like Dancing_in_Rain, have a haunting quality to your writing. I love the way in which the lines were arranged. This poem is definitely a standout.

[Dancing_in_rain]

V. pretty. And rather scary too. It gave me shivers.

[Blood blossoms]

The pace of this is good, especially for what it's conveying. There's also some good internal rhyme going on.

Forgive my ignorance, but what's the "it" in the beginning of the poem? Did you leave that deliberately vague? I mean, I can guess what you're referring to, but you might want to specify a bit.