Not angst. I'm past that stage. It's about someone i know.
I know i suck. Hard. I'm not a poet - i don't have the talent. But i posted this on DeviantArt and Chasingtheday told me about this site... So i'm kinda... honoring the fact that someone act



Frozen Outside

Why did you have to create a world
where the blade upon your skin
is the only way to break the silence

like a noose around your neck

A million ways to kill yourself.
a million words to say.
a million screams burst into silence.
They won't listen anyway.

Why do you misunderstand me
think i am like them
i would be your voice if you wanted

but you don't and i can't.

A million ways to kill yourself.
a million words to say.
a million screams burst into silence.
They won't listen anyway.

There's nothing i can do
and so i'm frozen outside
of that window of a million miles
and in the end
i too want to die.




Poetry by FrostRose
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Written on 2005-07-02 at 16:25

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
it's a sad thing that so many today feel the need to harm thmeselves in frustration, pain, many different reasons. in the past i have done so myself and still bear the scars. life is full of beauty though :) a good piece showing the darker emotions.
2005-07-02