Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Just because someone write a poetry like this, doesn't mean they want to kill themselves. Some writers like to take the venom out of their hearts, this way only good feelings can be left there. Maybe the poet isn't talking about self-suicidal. It doesn't mean that the girl in the poetry is hurting herself. Maybe the poet is talking about how we hurt ourselves emotionally, not physically. Anyways, I really love this piece. Good Job!
I write poems and songs too like these! :3
I suffer from BPD and depression. In my head my explanations make sense but when I try to talk about my problems, it either comes out like word vomit or it doesn't come out at all. Writing is a wonderful escape. When words fail you, write, even if you don't post it. Feel better. Stay strong.
By the way, this poem is lovely.
"Am I Good Enough...?" -A question that has plagued me all my life.
Wht a beautiful piece of art, kudos to you!