May 14 2011
Stained
so i sit here
and i think
so many thoughts
horrible
morbid
depressing
beautiful
nobody knows me
and im getting tired of this
bcuz i dont know anymore
i simply
just
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
down
down
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
(5 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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I love the sadness… sort of…
sort of? haha
thx anyway
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
I can barely understand what you just said. Thank you for sharing ur opinion, though.