I never thought life would be this way.
I never thought I'd dread the next day.
Now I see I'll never be good enough.
And I know I'll never have anyone.
So I'll suffer in this life.
As long as I can.
Hating myself,
For all that I am.
My past tears away my heart and soul.
The regrets are no match for my self-control.
For me, mutilation is the key.
The only way to inner peace.
So I punish myself,
For all that I've done.
With a pretty piece of metal,
Til' I've seen enough blood.
It lets me know I;m still alive.
Helps me think I just might survive,
Survive in this world,
And all of it's fights.
Until I choose,
My time to die.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was a very great poem. Shows A LOT of your true feelings. You're very talented, especially with your drawings.
-Chloe
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