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after hours..
my eyes/ black/ filled with hatred/ filled with death/ when i cry/ the color red comes out/ blood rushes out/ as the scars open up/ the wounds aren't healing/ and now i'm lying about/ on the floor/ the cold hard floor/ uncomfortable and rough/ yet i feel at home/ i feel ok/ cuz i felt the pain/ the anger/ subsiding/ the hate/ still there/ and when no one's looking/ as if they care/ i punch the walls/ till the knuckles crack/ i hit the floor/ till i bleed some more/ a few more hours/ and i'm still not better/ it's hard to escape/ these sad emotions/ to run and hide?/ not my style/ yet, i'm not fighting back/ i'm just giving in/ to these dark qualities/ the light/ it's gone/ i don't see it/ anymore/ but the darkness/ it surrounds/ it's all i see/ when you look at me..
This poem is like my poem Touniquet although it has a diffrent saying. When I read this one straight out of my head came the poem I wrote titled Tourniqet. It's on my website if you wanna check it out. Your poem's so far that you've been writing you can visualize what your saying and then the point that your making is very clear.