"Again I Cry"

[punk_pressing_on]

Again I cry

"The tears stain my face
The pain is crushing me alive

Again I bleed
The crimson flows down my arms
Why do inflect pain upon myself?

I live in this prison
That I have created for myself
I make my life what it is.
Why do I try to blame my pain on you?
I know it’s not your fault
I fall to my knees
I cover my face with my scarred wrists
I wipe my tears

I show you my back,
Scarred and ugly
The knife stings as it
Is driven into my back

I thought I could trust you!
You wait for me to turn away,
And you stab me
You stab me
You stab me

I fall to the ground,
How can I escape this prison?
How can I escape this prison
that I have created for myself?
The walls seem to close in on me
crushing me alive
I scream at the bars blocking my way
I am still trapped, living in the life
of pain I have created for myself

You can’t help me
You’re not a true friend
You stab my back adding to my pain
Why do you hate me?
What have I done to you?
I thought I could trust you!
I thoguht I could trust you!
You pretend to be my friend
then you break me down

My wrists are heavly scarred
When will the healing begin?
Who can help me?
Why am I still in this place?
Why do I still bleed?"

Very old. I wish I had put dates on my poems :-/

 

[brinny]

It takes courage to share such pain. God's blessings be upon you.

 

[punk_pressing_on]

It takes courage to share such pain. God's blessings be upon you.

Thank you. This is proabaly one of my oldest poems that I still have around. I wish I had dated my oldest ones. It is most likely from 2002 or 2003.

 

[brinny]

Thank you. This is proabaly one of my oldest poems that I still have around. I wish I had dated my oldest ones. It is most likely from 2002 or 2003.

You're welcome. Thank you for sharing the pieces....I was finding myself reading each one...I couldn't stop

 

[punk_pressing_on]

You're welcome. Thank you for sharing the pieces....I was finding myself reading each one...I couldn't stop

Thanks, it always makes me feel special when someone tells my they like my poems, or even comments on the as to why they don't like them.