Title: A broken girl by dark angel - here is a new poem i wrote email me or tell me what you think about it . oh yeah and um its just a poem so dont' take it seriously or anything !

A broken girl
A broken life
No perfect life
Ever made
No escape
No intrusion
Defiance
Reliance
Hurting self alone
No gage of protection
Alone that she is
No one there to guide her days of youth
Alone in the streets of gray, only gray leads her truth
Alone with the substance
Of hurting her self
Wanting the bleed needing the need to cut to draw the
Blood splash upon her skin
Deep long lust of bleeding cuts;
Continuing to bleed
Over the darkly ages over the centuries; of corpse like death mite wars;
Cutting her hands her palms her body her skin her already made sores; her face not dripping with any feeling of certifying drain, only wet to the point of dark gray solid rain; her eyes upon wretched flame so sutel so still; staring at the wall, while not watching her self fall, so fast so drastically mast; in a deep long portal of drenched up souls; broken shattered destroyed like pieces of sullen nothing; her eyes only face upon the dark gray wall, seeing the black spiders crawl in between and out of the wall ; the skull merely crushed into it deep , so sadly there resting in some type of coma like sleep ; not caring at all not looking down at her cuts her scars so permanently sinking into the deep darkly brush of continuous bleeding ; seeping through she slashes she cuts her skin her self cant’ take her broken self away , her broken life a broke girl broken scared in almost every way , she feels only nothing at all , no feeling but numb dark nothing in her mind brawls ; cant’ walk away from it all in the dark lefts of alley broke walls; walking upon them alone as she falls; in her mind seeing nothing but drained up soaking revenge , in her self outside in her body ; only a un wanted jacket of blackened skulls and dark pitch leather wearing it she strolls; upon in any dark weather; mainly rain only rain not the clear kind of splashing water ; but the dark gray bleeding from the skies of dead people from the dark sad days they had when they died ; broken tokens of only death like stands ; the cemetery and graveyard in the sky so gray ;dyed so sulked into its’ filthy un needed rain ; only raining blood of broken souls and bodies of many like her self ; watching her stand alone all by herself ; she watches the ocean darkly thrash ; as the leaves from thee trees darken , and sash.

Broken is her self
Broken she will be
No cure nothing will help her eternity; of skull dark blood of bleeding reigns; taken upon this forever broken girl of lonely days
Broken is her, and broken she is
Broken girl, how sad she deeply and secretly is

Definitely dark. Pretty good though. I'd probably write something like that if I was extremely depressed. Good to know that it's just a poem, and you're not about to do something harmful to yourself.

Wow, that just killed my sugar buzz...
It was good, though. Been a while since a poem's been entertaining to read. Seriously dark, though, and kinda brings back some bad memories...yeah, I'm gonna go get a drink or something...very dark...

very dark indeed, i've written things like that before. i should post them some time.

oh cool , yeah you shoud post some silent , i luv reading other people s' dark poetry , its soo inspiring for me and intresting to read . and well uh.. for everyone i write alot of stuff like that but that are all deeply originally and about different things . this poem basically talks about me / a girl in general whom just feels so alone and left in the dark as well as not having any guidance from anyone but herself. well i suppose i could post some more . mostly though i keep alot of my darkest of dark poems to myself because they are personal , and some people think that i have problems or something . *sighs* i also can draw good , so i draw scenes and drawings and peices of art that represent the poem or give a graphic and sometimes disturbing image to show the depth of my feelings or the feeling in general. i only use black against white paper to give off a depressing glow , as well as a almost scary feel. well *sighs * i dont' really know if you understand what im trying to say, but its' what i like to do . well um thanks as well . -_- oh yeah and this poem was also a bit inspired by this song called nobody s' home . i dunno if youve' heard of it .