They tell me to stop,
That I had better control,
They tell me its not worth it,
That it ruins my soul.
I can't stop, Because if I do
I won't be here tomorrow,
So instead I stay
and continue on with today.
I'm sorry that you don't like my coping methods,
But it gives me a reason to have pain,
I'm sorry that I'm so lame.
It gives me a reason to cry
Even tho it doesn't hurt,
All I want is to end this fight.
This fight between life and death,
These scars on my skin are proof that I fought.
Every day I wish this would be my last breath,
But no there's more long after,
There's nothing I can do to escape this evil laughter.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
