Droplets fall from eyes,
Razor held in my hand,
Noone believes me,
They don’t understand.
I’ve been through so much,
So I can handle more pain?
Why should I have to be,
Put through this again?.
As I slit through my skin,
Thoughts rush through my mind,
Why is everyone in life,
Horrible and unkind?
Do I really deserve this?
What have I done wrong?
All I ever wanted,
Is to feel like I belong.
You accuse me of killing,
Yet I don’t recall,
Murdering someone,
Or huting anyone at all.
As I lie on the bed,
In my small enclosed cell,
I feel like im trapped,
Like I’m imprisoned in hell.
Well hell it feels like,
As I haven’t done wrong,
I’m being punnished,
When it was you all along.
I hope you are proud,
As my life I take,
You caused me so much pain,
You made me break.
This is my final farewell,
I just want you to know,
You never did win,
But still I must go.
Comments
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nicely done!
it is true sometimes the world thinks of us as something we are not,and many people think justbecasue someone has been through somuch that they are so strong but truth is we are not all strong just for we have been through pan. it is simply harder to go on and on so i loved that part much good work once again.
pflw -
yhis poem sounds well.




