Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.
Notes: Hey everyone! I'm writing this from personal experience, and I've found poems in the digimon section get more reviews than the ones in original poetry. This is my second account, and I still write on my other one. I just don't feel like posting certain things on my other one. I've actually been here for over a year. Yay for me! ^_^
~It didn't hurt for me~
~~~,`~@Matt's POV @~,`~~~
I sat on the hardwood floor of my small, cramped room;
Tears streaking their way down my unreadable face.
Why I was crying,
I didn't know.
I hadn't any emotions running through my body;
I was numb.
My cerulean eyes stared at the broken Christmas ornament on the ground,
Not being about to comprehend what happened.
My eyes fell to my wrists;
Scratches pierced it,
Making a strange liquid fall out of them.
I brought one up to my mouth,
Tasting the coppery smell.
Strange…
I got up and fell onto my bed;
Closing my eyes.
People always complained suicide hurt,
But I didn't feel a thing.
I was to numb…
It didn't hurt for me…
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Hm… my strangest poem ever. Please review, good or bad, I like em all (preferably good)