So I am back. I have been having a great week so far. Alot of mimum days due to testing so I havent been bringing my backpack to school just a stupid purse(<-----cant stand purses) so I havent been bringing my journal either which means no new poems at least not new like I just wrote them today new....Old as in I just wrote this last week old...which in truth isnt old at all....I exagerate! So yeah today was so good.....but Ive had 3 people tell me Im in love which is so NOT true.....I cant be in love....nope.....I just really like a boy. I mean for all the people who love love just because you smile constantly even at the tiniest thing that the person does, it doesnt mean you are IN LOVE! Or just because a billion people tell you you are glowing or sparkling (<---my favorite) It does NOT mean that you are IN LOVE!!!! Or when you smile just by saying their name and nothing can make your day bad just because of them....it just means that you like them strongly right? I am sooo not helping my case am I?.....Please tell me you agree somebody!!Okay I have ranted long enough...now onto poetry....
Broken Mirrors
I turn around only to look into my own eyes. Every where I turn all I see is the one person I despise....I've made so many friends, I am bound to this world, there are so many ties and yet I'm still just a lonely little girl. If I left, however, you shouldn't bother to weep. I am not worth it.My existance is pointless, a broken heart beating only for itself.....
I look back and there I am.Then I feel it pulsing. The rage inside...rising slowly to the top, just waiting to be set free. Then I feel it the glass penetrating my skin, the warm blood flows down my arms as I fall to pieces from within. My mind is not working and my soul is burning with the desire to end my own life. The broken mirrors before me, reflecting images of my pitiful life...
Looking down on myself, I know that is how it should be. All the mirrors falling down to pieces just as I fall to the ground. My hands are bloody and my eyes are streaming, my heart still is beating though I wish it werent so....
Crash me, thrash me, tear me to pieces, break me, rape me, just please take me....end my stupid, pointless existance. Take me away so people dont have to see me every **** day. Break the mirrors with images of me. Just let me rot and once I'm gone burn my body and find my soul. Trap it in a box and never let it go. No more me. No more do you see?...No? Good thats the point of a dead me...
Broken mirrors, bloody hands, burning eyes, a mind going mad, and a sad soul burning through the night, though I may try to burn out the light. A mind loosing its grip on reality, a heart burning up, a life thats a waste of everything....
All the (effing) mirrors. All they see is me. If I can hardly stand that, I'd hate to know what you must think.
Mirrors falling. Time is stopping. Bloody hands......but finally...no more me....
Wow I really hated me that day. I tried to edit the bad language as best I could. It might have broken the flow but Iz gotzta keep it clean. Now dont worry if anyone is. I am not suicidal or anything. This is how I vent. My dad and I had gotten into a fight that day and after words I was full of self-loathing....but dont worry. The bloody hands thing and all that is because I broke the mirrors with my fist and all that.....so anywho. Um....Also I would like everyone to do me a favor next time they post, if you post before nexy monday(april 25). Could you tell me which poem is your favorite, I have a project and I am trying to figure out what poem I should use. I might use Hush because its one of my favorite ones and the boy I like loves it...but thats not why Im choosing it if I do....well, I best be off. Gotz things ta do.Tata!
-Aria
PS
After this one...is Image of Perfection, which as I have already said is basically the second part to this poem. Its a 2parter! |