Well now. this has been a long hard road to recovery, but i think i can do
it. today i saw light in a young man's eye's, and i have never seen nor
heard from this man, but words can leave scars or heal them, and just a
few words, i saw a little hope. This is just what people want/need when
they are one the long hard road to recovery. I just hope that God will
forgive me, and I will be seen in a 'normal' light. Just once i want people
to accept me for who i am, and not what i used to do. i have been clean
for almost 6 months & I am still yet to over come the Self-Mutilation &
the Anorexia. I need strength now more then ever.
I love you, without the people in my life, i would be lost.
Poems
Blood, Fire, Milligrams
Anemia is in the air
Lay on the floor, without a care
I took a bath and slashed a vein
I washed my anguish down the drain
That cloud of smoke in morbid red
Danced with the deathwish in my head
Indulgence, drugs, cryptoamnesia
My soulmate, steel, my anesthesia
Lil Miss Razor comes out to play
To burn out or to fade away?
Questions, questions, in my mind
Are you deaf, carefree, or just damn blind?
Cant hear my screams of gothic rage?
Its just a phase, it'll pass with age
The tears i cried, sweetened and stained
The blood i lost, the scars i gained
All contribute to my demise
But you could never empathise
Just call me crazy, diagnose me "wierd"
Cos i embody everything you fear
Lock me up, hand me the straight jacket
Sanity is a code, and you had to crack it
You never bothered to learn what im all about
Fuck it, too late, watch me burn out.
<3 Keisha Ross <3
Bad Role Model
To the girl,
The dying soldier,
The paper rose,
The words i told her,
Singed her hair,
Frayed her being,
Slashed her eyes,
Stopped her seeing,
Showed her the world,
In a whole new dark,
Her pretty pink razor,
On her wrist made my mark,
As i sit here thinking,
Of the damage i cant mend,
I hate myself, and dread the day,
I bury my best friend.
<3 Keisha Ross <3
Ghost
I kiss you as we start our dance
Irony fuels our red romance
Sensations float up high beyond me
Denied only by gravity
I fly through the unforgiving sky
White roses scattered in red dye
I walk on glass, Shattered and spread
I cry at things, before they're said.
A drop of blood caresses your face
I long to stop your fall from grace
I stand before you, stripped of life
In hope i could replace your knife
I reach to touch, to hold you close
To keep you, far from fatal dose
But you cant see me, hear, nor feel
Self Harm kills. This much is real.
<3 Keisha Ross <3
Painted Black
The sky is painted black with tears
Drips of pain fall
Searing the open wounds
Darkness encloses the child
Screams that are lost
And the memories that are forgotten
Ink drips from the pen
The words crossed out
Mouths closed, Eyes shut
Cry the tears of blood
Pooling at the feet
Of a person who never cared
The sky is painted red with blood
Drips of pain fall
Drowning in sorrow
The storm hits
Engulfing the people
The battle goes on
Tear the heart out
Feast upon the wound
The sadness deteriorates the mind
Sift through the pain and agony of the lost
Thoughts of death plague young minds
The demons feed on the pain
The sky is painted green with envy
Drips of pain fall
Stuff the mouth
Bite the cloth
Cut the throat
Adrenaline rush
Light the fire
Burn the bodies
The sky is painted black
Drips of pain fall.
<3Keisha Ross <3
Unpretty
Beauty is an ugly thing
Ridden with disease
How funny that this mirror
Can bring me to my knees
My stomachs far from perfect
My teeth aren't as straight as yours
I hide behind cosmetics
Mascara cant disguise my flaws
Mirror Mirror on the wall
You decide my fate
Take away my inner peace
Fill my world with hate
These beauty queens and bitches
These rabid fucking whores
Suck dry our society
Leeches without a cause
Harvest imperfections
Grim souls ready for the reap
Does anyone believe
Beauty is only skin deep?
All these little girls
Blonde hair, blue eyes, so sweet
Learning to spit on all the outcasts
Force the unsexy to defeat
And in this fucking war zone
Constant clawing for affection
Every shallow teenage tragedy
Is ruled by their reflection
Where nothing else matters
What hope is there for me?
Just another ugly girl
Buried by insecurity.
<3 Keisha Ross <3
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