May 14 2011


Published by at 1:20 am under emo Poems

so i sit here
and i think
so many thoughts
nobody knows me
and im getting tired of this
bcuz i dont know anymore
i simply
dont know
i wish i could tell u what i am thinking of
but to do that, i need to figure it out first
wud if u could
but i spew sum of my thoughts randomly to people who dont really care
and thats ok
bcuz if my friends r fake
and i cant depend on my family
why would a stranger care
so being alone isnt new
its me
and the blood dripping
over my arm
past my hip
onto the white tile
a stain of imperfection
an etching of death in my skin
a mark of those who suffer
i give up
this isnt worth it
this isnt fun
this isnt ok
im done
its over
f  u all

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4 responses so far

4 Responses to “Stained”

  1. kittyon 02 Jun 2011 at 4:21 pm

    I love the sadness… sort of…

  2. pixieon 02 Jun 2011 at 5:02 pm

    sort of? haha
    thx anyway

  3. Josiah Goodmanon 28 Jun 2011 at 6:19 pm

    AHEM. I liked the way you just poured your heart and your blood into this, I’m sure that was a pretty big stain, oh and just a hint( u shud use bleach to clean tht up) I love the last line symbolizes your love for everyone. So overall, very dramatic depressing, after I read this, I myself felt like cutting myself so I cud an imperfect stain also.

    P.s an imperfect stain would have been a good title

  4. pixieon 28 Jun 2011 at 6:28 pm

    I can barely understand what you just said. Thank you for sharing ur opinion, though.

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