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Sentenced to wear long sleeved shirts forever
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© Ankh
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walls like these dripping with the memories of painful childhood...
sometimes the memories cut so deep they are
accidentally cut by razors, leaving a life cut
short...
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sorrow fills the eyes of the young teen,
and hand filled by a tiny blade but in this
case, it's not the size that
counts...
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because the cuts cut deep enough to kill
one's entire being in a few silent slashes...
those cuts never leave, forever scaring,
leaving us in our
sorrow...
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because we couldn't end what we so badly
wanted to end, we were stopped?
why?
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why were we stopped so times?
we sometimes get scared we will be missed,
and stop, forever scaring our
bodies for everyone to
see...
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seconds pass as you ponder in the morning,
long sleeve shirt or short,
what will you do to cover the scars of
time?
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or will they simply understand your troubles
and be there by your
side?
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or would you be pushed from your job...
your family... your entire
existence?
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do you really want me to answer the
question I just placed before
you?
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would that please you now as
nothing has ever before? I can only
tell you what I know from my own
life...
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and my own death... and being brought to face
my own fears and my own
troubles?
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don't fear my words... don't embrace them either...
words are simply words... they can old cut as deep as you want them to...
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or touch the heart as you need them to be...
will anyone notice the passing of a antisocial youth?
or will it go into the papers as just another case of
suicide for everyone to learn their lesson
from?
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you can't expect me to know the answer to that one either...
for I am here... I am alive... well at least my body is alive...
but my heart, my brain, that made me whom I am is now dead...
I'm dead on the inside and alive on the out...
the closer you get to knowing me the further I push you
away...
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would you miss me if I went away on this day?
never to be seen again? I think you would...
but that's just it...
I think...
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sometimes I think to much... would do...
good-bye forever... miss me? please?
good-bye good-bye, I love you,
I love you, forever I will never been seen
again...
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