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Puncture

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I cut into my misery
The blade skims across my arm
Nothing could mend my teenage angst
But this self inflicted harm

Cutting and scraping
Until I’ve reached the bone
Why won’t you acknowledge me?
I feel so alone

The reflection I see haunts me
It drives me insane
I hate myself so much
I deserve to feel this pain
I wrote this poem in two days. They were not particularly good days either... I think if you read it, you will understand what it’s about.
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cyril's avatar
This feeling you have is familiar. It is the burden the world has given our generation to carry. No body has had to deal with the types of problems we experience today. They are the same problems in essence, but how they show themselves changes. The dark abyss and the void, that stare back at you.
But most important is finding what you want to do. Doing IT, and taking that leap of faith to do it.
Good poem, it helps me a lot to pour my demons and deathraps on paper, then I see them otherwise a thought can not see itself.