rowanhopkins Posted March 9, 2013 Share Posted March 9, 2013 heart beaten down like the others before us unable to speak as we are trapped by this gloomy prison of judgment and hate our minds never to be heard because we are chosen to be ignored but our tears cannot wash away the blood steins on the skin or the poison in our memorys a mind and heart made up from pills ,every bridge or rope seen as a door to happiness you say i am mental,insane ,crazy.i say im an artist and my body is my canvas but i hold not a brush or a pencil but a knife Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LotsOfLawlz101 Posted March 10, 2013 Share Posted March 10, 2013 Wow! What a very heart felt poem. And I feel like the message of that was: Being judged for who you are and being hated for it, will eventually lead to suicide, and thats sad because so many people want to see you live. And on another note, this was well written. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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