Poetry From 15 Year Old Me
I dont really feel like writing, and I dont have much to talk about. I managed not to binge yesterday at all, but Im still not dressed today. So, anyway, I thought Id post an old poem, and I found this one. It was written when I was 15. My best friend spent the night and we decided to write poetry. We each wrote a poem of our own and then we wrote 2 together. They were all about suicide, because obviously we were obsessed with it. This is the one that I wrote on my own.
Suicide
as a child they beat you black
they say now that they loved you
its too late, you cant ever come back
they put you through hell
and pushed you away
into a world full of drugs
a world so cold, so black and grey
as the flames of hell burned at your feet
you couldnt take much more
all you could feel was hells blazing heat
they never said I love you
all they gave you was pain
the scars were forever
you could never hide the shame
time went by and you couldnt understand
your whole life you were never in command
as this disease infested your brain
the last of your thoughts am I insane?
as you descended below you thought why am I here?
now youll burn forever
why didnt someone care?
Gypsy, March 8, 1996
I dont really feel like writing, and I dont have much to talk about. I managed not to binge yesterday at all, but Im still not dressed today. So, anyway, I thought Id post an old poem, and I found this one. It was written when I was 15. My best friend spent the night and we decided to write poetry. We each wrote a poem of our own and then we wrote 2 together. They were all about suicide, because obviously we were obsessed with it. This is the one that I wrote on my own.
Suicide
as a child they beat you black
they say now that they loved you
its too late, you cant ever come back
they put you through hell
and pushed you away
into a world full of drugs
a world so cold, so black and grey
as the flames of hell burned at your feet
you couldnt take much more
all you could feel was hells blazing heat
they never said I love you
all they gave you was pain
the scars were forever
you could never hide the shame
time went by and you couldnt understand
your whole life you were never in command
as this disease infested your brain
the last of your thoughts am I insane?
as you descended below you thought why am I here?
now youll burn forever
why didnt someone care?
Gypsy, March 8, 1996
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...and you have the most rockin hair
I used to write poetry...maybe I should get back into it.
Thank you so much for your blog response. I think you are right in that I need to become more comfortable with myself. I've always known who I am, and struggled with it from the time I was aware as a young girl until my mid-20s. I'll blame it on the fact I couldn't reconcile ME with my religion.
While I know me, I need to accept me...I think.
Thank you