homeade cure
By WikidGrrl
my eyelids feel like weights
they are halfway closed
salty tears are what my tongue tastes
as more tears trickle down my nose
laying naked in a tear filled bathtub
giving the water a tint of red
imagining my body being scrubbed
and wanting my brain to go dead
finally, i open my eyes
to observe what all ive done
i begin telling myself lies
while watching my own blood run
covered in my scared up flesh
wearing nothing but my shredded skin
lying in a pool of tears, blood and sweat
wondering if ive committed a sin
everything in the tub as turned cold
my body is out of control shaking
ive been there so long, i feel like bathtub mold
because i always satisfy my craving
struggling to stand on my own two feet
feeling my skin sliver down my bones
i glance down to check for destroyed meat
theres nothing but red milky water and the price of living at home
i step out of the tub one foot at a time
feeling the coldness of the floor
starring into the mirror convincing myself that everythings fine
but deep down i know itll happen more and more
i cleaned up my depression
then bandaged my arms
my face was full of concentration
then i realized ive been doing harm
i walked to my doorway
and didnt turn on the lights
my towel dropped and i felt my bodies decay
and all the emotional fights
i gently rolled into my covers
feeling the soft sheets against my skin
hoping ill become tougher
for when this happens again and again
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Comments on "homeade cure"
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On Thursday, July 8, 2004, pushblood
(27) wrote:
Yikes… This piece sent me spinning. So graphic. So many twists and turns. But the line that got to me the must was “starring into the mirror convincing myself that everythings fine†I have been there far to often. Thank you so much for posting this.
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On Saturday, June 5, 2004, sixsixnine
(476) wrote:
this is excellent! loved it! fucking AWESOME SHIT* keep writting *669*
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On Thursday, June 3, 2004, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
beautifully honest, melencholy......well done...........urban
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On Thursday, June 3, 2004, The Fallen Angel
(234) wrote:
morbid and dreary concise but in depth thorough in imagery...interesting piece+fallen one+