She talks about her depression and her paranoia,
She talks about the inside jokes and her "feelings"
The pain and passion and lust...
She doesn't love and she doesn't feel
She talks about why she cut last week
The little red cuts that boil up with,
Passion and fury with the crimson red blood.
She sees the world as hell and,
She sees hell as a relief,
She doesn't believe anyone with brand name clothes,
She is to in touch with her thoughts of suicide to be
Reminded of government conspiracies by people with
I HAVE to be something personalities.
She is reminded of why she is sick of it all, and why she wants to die,
Because no one listens to her and no one cares
No one even pretends anymore.
And then when she finally thinks she has something to live for,
Its another thing, something more, more, something more,
To make her fall to the floor
In pain with hate and make her pick up that
Razor blade.
The littel cherry red cuts on pale snow skin,
That bubble up with fury and hate,
With the crimson red passion to which no other can relate,
And she sees how they used to care, and they used to fear and
She sees how they give her something more
But not something to live for
And she hates them all
Others cause problems and there is no more
To live for
Because everyone is to consumed in there own doom
And now they just use her for the salvation of their own lives
As she slowly runs and hides
And no one asks anymore "what do you think" "what do you feel"
Because everyone knows her answer can never be real.
She talks about her depression and her paranoia,
She talks about the inside jokes and her "feelings"
The pain and passion and lust...
She doesn't love and she doesn't feel
She talks about why she cut last week
The little red cuts that boil up with,
Passion and fury with the crimson red blood.
She sees the world as hell and,
She sees hell as a relief,
She doesn't believe anyone with brand name clothes,
She is to in touch with her thoughts of suicide to be
Reminded of government conspiracies by people with
I HAVE to be something personalities.















Comments
Reading a block of text can be off-putting to readers.
Vary your pro-nouns!!!
Starting with 'She' all the time give the impression that you haven't much creativety. You need not start every line with a pro-noun.
I would suggest geting a beta-reader. I would be happy to beta-read for you if you don't mind me ripping apart your poems and re-arraging them for you.
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