Some people cut
Some people starve
Straight or jagged
In their skin they carve
I have my demons
Hidden so well
No one can find them
No one can tell
I'm dying inside
But no one cares
I feel so raw
My skin so bare
I do not cut
Like others would do
I burn myself
It's easier too
With burns there's no scars
Just scalding red skin
Just put your hand under
And count to ten
The only flaw
With my simple plan
It stops hurting
And your skin returns to tan
What's going on
Have I lost my mind
Why doesn't anyone care
Why is no one so kind
"I CANNOT TAKE IT"
I screamed
So I turn on the water
Watch it as it steamed
My emotions?
I have none
With this life
I am done
I've lost all hope
All love, all hate
I'm almost to ten
I'm already at eight
I would say goodbye
But no one would care
I guess this is the end
I promise, I swear
One and two
Say goodbye to you
Three and four
Better lock the door
Five and six
The clock goes tick
Seven and eight
It's far too late
Nine and ten
Time to pay for my sins
YOU ARE READING
Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoezjaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
