Poem Analysis Of Poetry

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1. Sabrina's Corner - 2012
-Alone in a dark room,
-Every entity has left me here.
-The door is barred by a broom,
-Belonging to the witch who sealed my fait. -Curled into a ball
-Knees to my chest, back against the wall.
-This is my only protection.
-Although the only breath I hear is my own,
-I'm reminded I'm not yet alone.

-Lingering above me is the everlasting pressure,
-That makes my body wrack with sobs.
-Cut, it whispers,
-The foul word drips with a venom even snakes envy.
-It swirls around me,
-Taking in the sight of the cowardly abomination that is me.

-This may not be a pleasurable presence,
-But at least I'm not abandoned.
-Detached from all beings, this empty feeling must
Sometimes it's too dark to see where they
Fly off to but I know somehow that
They're scraping the sky
And circling
Me

Yesterday, I saw a couple break up on the corner
Out of the corner of my eye I saw
A tear slip out of the corner of hers
Suddenly the park seemed more like
A cemetery
Caskets open and
All the corpses are staring at
Me

Everywhere I went after that
I asked myself how many hearts were broken here
How many people have broken all ties
How many tears have fallen
Right where I'm standing
Is this the exact same spot where
He last saw her?

Everywhere feels like a cemetery to me now

In the library, while I was checking out my books
I wondered how many couples decided that
Holding onto unresolved arguments was not
Love after all, but just
A milder version of
Torture, while they ripped pages out of the
I should've known that by latching onto the boy with eyes like oceans
I would only pollute them

I'm sorry for turning you into a remedy
I'm sorry that instead of curing me
I just infected you
I'm sorry you've lost
Almost as much blood as I now
I hope you
Never catch up
I'm sorry I thought I
Could ever escape
The continuous aching.

21. Why do you cut?

When people ask why I cut I cannot form my feelings into words

I cannot explain how my razor blade is my needle and blood is my heroin

I cannot explain how addictive cutting is

I cannot explain how wonderful it feels to have that sharp sting followed by a burning warmth spreading throughout your body

It makes me shiver
I feel my heart pound

I cannot explain how all of this feels

I cannot explain why I started

I cannot explain my pain

I cannot explain how it feels to have an anxiety attack it's something you have to live through to understand

I cannot explain what numb feels like

I cannot explain what it feels like to not feel at all

To just want to feel

I cannot explain any of this, so I use terms doctors use

Cold, hard letters
Iron words
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