| These poems were all written by Bri. The link to her site is: Bittersweet Crimson Tears -Thanks Bri!!! WARNING: Some poems may be triggering! |
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| Dark Sunshine I run through this maze Of dark sunshine My true self I try to find I see the marks Of times before Times I tried To even the score Do I fight with myself Or with the past Things that are temporary Or things that last I wander through This dark sunshine Competing with the emotions Of my mind |
| Purity White snow As white as my soul Before I bled And fell into this hole Cold, damp Like my spirit has become Misunderstood by many Accepted by some Falling fast Down to the ground So much is happening But there is no sound |
| Alone I yell for someone To understand As I fell the sand Slpping through my hands People turn away Friendships fall apart Wondering what happened To my deteriorating heart My soul is bleeding In broad daylight But everyone pretends It's out of sight What happened to those Who told me everything was alright I have been abandoned Alone I must fight I scream for anyone But silence fills the air What happened to those Who supposedly cared |
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| Untitled - (as of right now) so much shit has happened in my life can you blame me for grabbing the knife? I slowly let out all my pain and suffering the hurt inside seems like a dream The release is short-lived the shit comes back to stake it's claim seeping into my conscienous mind don't want to play this fu*ked up game memories flood my every thought there's no where left to hide all the abuse, all the neglect exploding on the inside better swallow hard and shove them down to these deamons i may be eternally bound |
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| Denial I went to all the sessions I played your little games funny how in the end you just stayed the same dependent on me as ever need everyone by your side you live and breathe on sympathy that's how you feel alive denial is how you cope with all the wrong you still do "nothing can ever be your fault" but to thine own self be true |
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| Weakness wrist cutting soul bleeding dying inside anger feeding excuses mounting dependancy showing ignorance covering loneliness growing pain overtaking stregenth dwindling blood abounding true weakness has been seen |
| Bleed The sight, the taste of the only living thing running though my veins I wonder, will it take away this unbearable pain I try, so desperately to get it out of my lifeless body It doesn't belong Why can't anyone else see? |
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| Tears Clear tears are for those who are innocent Those who are pure Those who are good Red tears are for those who are suffering Those who are damaged Those who are in pain Some people don't shed tears They are numb They are dead They are like me. |
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