not enough band-aids
By AnotherWitheredRose
the days look just the same
a life full of grey walls
and spider webs
lungs are filled with dust
and my skin is caked with a red frosting
that cracks as i stretch my palms towards the ceiling
i feel the flesh try to part
as the little chips of blood are shed
todays a new day- i repeat-
(hoping to be convinced)
knowing its really yesterdays twin
i lay in the bath
soaking, in the dark shades of last nights rage
wondering where i found the strength to breathe
(i wasnt suppose to wake up for this)
i make my bedwith stained sheets
theres no way in hell they can get clean
i changed my clothes a few times
on account of the pain leaking through
(theres not enough band aids to conceal these wounds)
- My wRists are WrapPed in rIBbon
with the double knots that tie (all the life inside)-
walking down the street
my feet hit the ground
each pound echos through my head
and i know that no matter how far i walk
it wont be far enough away because...
i cant leave myself behind
everythings okay i say
todays a new day-i repeat-
(knowing im not convinced)
Comments on "not enough band-aids"
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On Saturday, August 15, 2009, Distorted_Reality
(101) wrote:
this is amazing. almost like you are in my head spitting out my thoughts in different words...
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A former member wrote:
Yes, Dying_Angel commented on the same line I was just about to comment on...and I agree with you, there aren't enough band-aids to cover a wound such as this...I only wish there were, but band-aids can't fix broken hearts. *Evangel*
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On Friday, February 17, 2006, AnotherWitheredRose
(4) wrote:
another poem on yet another bad awakening apparently im not a morning person...