Scissors

[Passenger]

I like to post some poems of my own here too, so i do.

SCISSORS

i wander...
through emotions that don't exsist.
trying to find my way through a darkend room
i grasp...(scissors)
to something to comfort me..
at least for now, i feel at ease..
no one knows (the cuts)
whats going on through my head..
people say they can "understand"
but how can they, when i can't even...
this pain.. (the red blood)
stabbing deep into my soul..
like a needle full of poison,
i wanna numb the pain..
dont know how..so i look up
i breath softly (i cry)
i'm wandering...
through thoughts that don't exsist...
why am i doing this to myself?
when pain feels so good...
sweet loving, and comforting pain...



(i originaly write it as song lyrics for my band... but we never made a song out of it)

[amanda_isabel]

i like it. that's all i've got. :)

and i don't know if this will sound right but you might want to put 'why am i doing this to myself' and onward in another stanza, to give it emphasis.

[Passenger]

Hmmm... i don't know, i guess u right. but i think i let it as it is because its like the first time i said i had it finished. and except this i still got the original paper where i wrote it down first and it awackens some emotions in me too when i read it so since its not a song as it was his purpuse i leave as it is , but still thank you for your comment and as i said you are right!