Blood runs pain
through my vains
my breath feezes over
crystals fall

some say they can't take it
some will never heal
they continue with the fight
for what they see as real

i saw one man
take his own life
he cut from his arm down his palm
what a fatefully bloody knife

but i choose how to live
and i choose not to die
when something does give
i will teach myself to fly

pain is just a season
it will be gone with the wind
if i can live through this
i will live to see the end.

THe wise one
is sorrowful
somewhere
in a bleeding nation
he weeps
because
loneliness is pain
who will confort him
even his shadow
has left him alone

The rain is falling
and everything is wrong
upside down,
my perception gets confused
and all i see is good
i can no longer feel my pain
as i am pummeled
forever by the rain
this rain you cannot see
but still destroys
shattering hearts
drowning my soul
because in my world,
the rain is falling

I wake up
in the middle of the night
and find it sickening
as snot drips down my cheek
when i turned on the light
i found it sickening
and i shuddered
trying to open my eyes
time and again
slave to blinding light
i battle to fall asleep
even as my flesh is sickening
my mind is healing
hopefully,
i will be well soon

(hope you didn't find this peom sickening)

And sometimes and I wanna know why...
One tear goes down from one eye
and I'm there looking at the sky...

And sometimes I give up all hope...
Because with all of that I can't cope
and I'm wrongly looking at this rope...

And sometimes I think it's too late...
Have I only been a bait?
It seems there's only hate...

And sometimes I wonder...
Will I then be better?
Will I see you ever?

Find me my love, come here and get me
'cause this ache won't last any longer
and if anyways you don't find me
then I'm in the earth, and forever.

(hope as well this is not too dark...)

I am sick of your games
your cruel means of torture
you have torn my life apart
why won't you let me alone?

I won't take your painful methods
you systematically make me hurt
how many more tears must you take
please, will you let me alone?

I won't let you have control
you can not make my decisions
i will take my life back from you
now, i am warning you: Let me alone!

Today i can not write
using the pencil's gray
or the blue pen
i must use black
it soothes me
as it pours onto the paper
it is like blood
bleeding my pain away
i love my black pen
and black poetry
it heals me
distracting my mind
i am not ok
but i feel fine
because i write
in black pen

beautfil work,
i write lots of poems, i would be very proud of this work. Its excellent stuff