Alone Poem

Filling My Emptiness

"Wandering and searching for something to fulfill the emptiness I feel deep inside."

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Razors. Ever since I was little I was told to stay away from razors. "They're sharp and you could hurt yourself," my dad would say. "They are dangerous," my grandma would say. So I stayed...

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Delicious Sin

© more by Samira

Published: April 2008

Forget last night
Trying to forget the pains I cause
If he only knew
About the secrets I keep
Drowning, trapped
In my own mistakes
I can't get out
Trying to feel.
Looking in all the wrong places
To fulfill some need
Loosing myself all the time
To momentary highs
Always followed by a crash
Falling
Felling like I'm in some kind of horrible wonderland
Searching for a way out of this hole
Finding solace in different arms.
Unsatisfied by the love I have
Wandering and searching
For something to fulfill the emptiness I feel deep inside.

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  • Holly Joanne by Holly Joanne
  • 1 year ago

Razors. Ever since I was little I was told to stay away from razors. "They're sharp and you could hurt yourself," my dad would say. "They are dangerous," my grandma would say. So I stayed away. Then I got older and my thoughts began changing. Razors went from being dangerous to being beautiful. Razors went from a warning sign to a welcoming sign. So I began making up excuses to spend more time with them. I always use the same one: homework. Everyone always believes me because they told me razors are dangerous. They trust me to be careful. So as I sit in my room with the dangerous object making beautiful pictures on my skin I whisper to the empty room. "They're sharp and you could hurt yourself"

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