Yes. Poetry. I'm psycho now! I suck at poetry! Please, tell me how to get better! Because I'm tellin' you all, Lisa cannot write good poetry! This is like foreshadowing to The Seams. WHOO! Done at 1:30 am! Two poems together, actually! In case you don't catch it, Fault is the first poem, and Daggers is the second.
SUMMARY: Pushed to the edge, Danny releases his fears. And eventually, he realizes what's happening to him…and he can't "pull himself together" in this case.
DISCLAIMER: no.
RATED: T because I felt like it.
Fault
When the going gets rough,
You've pushed
Me. As papers fall onto my head
Like snow,
You shove more until I am all but
Alive.
When walls close in and attack,
You help.
You many not know, you may not care,
But I'm
Falling apart. Please, don't give me more.
I'm not
Asking anymore. It's a requirement as
Crystals
Shatter on the hardwood flooring.
By the
End of the night the floor is a pond,
And it's
Your fault.
So for my sake, and later for yours,
Leave me alone.
DaggersI've asked you already
To take me, but you
Refused. You were
Stubborn, and you
Still are. It's not easy,
And I can't. Don't
Give me that crap that
I can, because I can't.
It's rooted deep in me,
Stabbing daggers at my
Fragile psyche, and you
Won't bother to help
And get rid of it. Goes
To show how much you
Care. It's a disease that's
Plagued me, and you
Caused it. Correct what
You've done wrong,
Or your son is going to
Be stuck under the rubble
Of the
House, clawing for air and survival.
You've
Caused it, now get rid of the daggers
While they
Aren't permanently stuck there.
Because my sanity is no longer there,
And these daggers will be
The
End
Of
Me.
End
Wow. KA-RAZY! It was weird. Okay, both are based off of my experience. I had/have MDD (Major Depression Disorder). Go figure. Or I'm bipolar. All of a sudden, I don't even know how to feel.
Anyways, you like? Say so, and tell me why! Is my form good, is the language good? What about figurative language? Tell me these things!