sometimes it sucks having your own website. i really should just go ahead and take down the old submitted poems page. people still send me stuff, and it almost NEVER is anything good. consider the following… i assume that the writer actually thinks that this is a poem. and before you start judging me about my snottiness, read until the end. i emailed them back about it.
poem = the voices in my head tell me to cut but you don’t believe me. you say
to me rainbow please don’t cut yourself i don’t understand why you are doing
this to me. no one under stands me or my life most of the people i know think i
like to slice my self up but they are all wrong they don’t understand me they
don’t understand what i go through every single day of my life. i wish i had
people to talk to instead of people stalking me when i go home. my sister doesn’t
understand me and dan doesn’t understand me some people say its a gift but i hate
it i don’t want this to be happening to me no one knows what i feel no one
knows whats real expect for me i can predict death and am never wrong i can write
songs but that doesn’t stop me. when people get me upset they know they will
regrete it they know i am very powerful. the only reason why i am alive is because
of dan my man. he loves me but he will never know the other side of me. its the
voices of people i don’t even know they
are the voices that want renvenge.
and speaking of which… this isn’t so much a poem as it is stream-of-thought. and it’s a cry for help, too. go get some, please. i know from experience that cutting just doesn’t help things in the end. you’ll keep doing it though – until you make a conscious decision to show yourself that you are your own – and ONLY – master. you have the Will power to stop, to breathe freely and to live relatively happier and with less fear, but you haven’t yet learned how to tap into that Will power.
take this from me, if nothing else:
learn to take your time with things. life goes by too quickly to try to deal with all the strange shit that it throws at you sometimes. so just let all the bad weirdness fly right on by, as you take the time to smell the roses that are ALWAYS there. yeah, that sounds corny i know, but it’s true. when you sit back and take a deep breath, and learn to say “so what!” at Trouble, you’ll know what i meant.
peace and love,
be good to yourself,
x jeremy j.
“transmothra”
whatever. i never know what to say to cutters. half the girls i know online are or used to be cutters. i used to cut myself, too. but what can a person say? no one knows anything. Self is destiny. Self is a person’s only Power, but until people start to learn how to use and control their Selfs, they will continue to let life damage their Souls and will honestly suffer for it.
i wish i could help. i do. but only the Self can help a broken spirit such as this.
