The Tight Rope

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by confusiontochaos, Jun 7, 2010.

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  1. confusiontochaos

    confusiontochaos New Member

    The Tight Rope

    somewhere between shooting stars, failed suicide scars and a broken heart

    there's a piece of me left in my chest that keeps bleeding

    secreting me the reason I need to keep breathing

    with these demons inside my head but their nails have become my bed

    so I lay in it, mindful of broken bones

    but theres not enough left to seal the coffin closed

    now im stuck here, left to my own devices

    breath held tight - testing how sharp the knife is

    strategic slices could turn life to lifeless

    ...I'm glad noone can see me like this...

    but I wish that I wasn't so alone,

    that I could build a foundation under this broken home

    the circus of life has come to a close

    and theres a noose at the end of this tight rope...
     
  2. absolution

    absolution Forum Buddy

    :hug: I really liked that although its very sad :hug: if you every need someone to talk to pm me :)
     
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