Some of my poems

[rustic_vampire]

for those of you who haven't read any of my work, I'm tellin you this now, it's rather dark. I wrote a lot when I was depressed and instead of actin out my thoughts, I wrote about them. So if you feel the need to critisize me for it, then don't even bother replyin. I'm not sharin them because I'm seekin attention from people, I'm sharin them because without my poems to help me, I would be far worse off then I am now. Thanks for takin time to read them

~Rustic

Failure
I look at my scars
Covering my body
And instantly I want more

The craving for blood
Haunts my thoughts

The craving for cuts
Lace my mind

I close my eyes
And all I see is blood
Running down my arm
My body
Marking me
Limiting me
Covering me, my soul

The craving for the blade
To run across my skin
Is starting to become unbearable

Soon, I feel like I will fail
I feel like I will give in
Give up on my goal
And cut

I’m scared
I don’t want to fail
But I know it’s coming

That itching feeling
The smell, the taste
Of failure
Is quickly approaching

Failure….



Secretly
Secretly my tears fall
Causing anger and discomfort

I’m screaming for help
But getting none

My tears kiss my cheeks
Leaving their mark

Marking my face and lips
Their passion anger and hate burn

Secretly my tears fall
While I lose all hope

My words won’t form
Their stuck in my throat

Violently my tears fall
Burning me scaring me hurting me


Demons:

Hidden with a smile
They hide within
Attacking me, making fun of me
But more brutally
They’re tearing me down

Forever they fight
With each other
And against me

Viciously they attack me
My mind, my heart
And even worse, my soul

They degrade me
Make me feel small and weak
Tell me I’m not worth it
Yell at me, screaming
Saying the same thing over and over

Laughing they tell me to cut
Anything to hurt myself
To fall back into my hole

Every passing day it’s harder and harder to fight them
To tell them to go away
To keep control of my thoughts
My wants, my wishes. . .
Myself

I keep losing myself
My innocence
My worth

I just want them to go away
To stay away
To take their thoughts and desires
And leave me alone
And let me be happy


I just wrote this one about 2 weeks ago, and it yet has a title.
Quietly she sits in the bathtub
With her razor teasing her
As it lays on the edge of the tub
She darts her eyes between her exposed skin and the blade
But finally gives in

It’s been years
Since she last tasted her blood
Pushing the anger and guilt aside
She cries out in relief

Blood freely stains the water
As the heat burns her freshly cut skin
As the growling demon buried deep inside
Is finally laid to a calming rest

[candi14]

I liked the demons one the most.
It's good to write about your pain.

When I read yours I thought this:
I take the blade to see my shade
Life it barely gets a passing grade
Why is happiness such a trade?

[rustic_vampire]

I likes that =]

Yeah it's good that I can write about my pain

[FracturedSOUL]

Hey. This is good work and like you stated rather dark. I like it none the less! I can relate to alot of what you have written,...sometimes the best way to bleed is through your pen. After all, your words can be your blood... or your bond. I too found that writing is a way for me to vent, I bleed my words onto the paper and it most often times spare's me some pain. Good work, I'll be looking for more of your writing.