It flows out of me
Like the words flow onto a page
I don't know where I end
And the puddle begins
Sometimes it scares me
Most of the time I welcome
The hiss of metal and
Flesh
The satisfaction that you
Feel something
I silently scream for help
To everybody and anybody
But no one understands
The people who think they help
Are mainly the problems
Do they realize this?
No.
As it rushes out of me
I feel relief, agony
It's a burden that I
Have to keep to myself
So no one knows
I'm a failure to
Everyone who knows
Me I constantly let
Them down
Do they realize this?
No.
I'm not worthy to live
No one would miss me
In the puddle of
Which clear and red
Mix I don't know where
I end and where it
Begins
They're shallow I
Can see that now
Because the red has
Been washed away
A little I would like
To make them deeper
More jagged
More disgusting
Like their owner
But then people would
Notice and try to
Help
But help is far...
Yet so near
No one notices
How sad I am
Though people say
I'm an open book
I can see it in my eyes
Why can't they?
Maybe they just
Don't want another
Suicide on their conscience
Like mine
I cry and scream
No one hears
Mostly because
I'm alone
In a world full
Of people
I'm invisible
Wishing to help
Everybody but
Myself
Maybe I like
Being broken with
The hope that
Someone will
Fix me someone
Will help
But I doubt it
Even I know
I'll do more
And no one
Will notice
No one
Will
Care
I'll
Be
Alone
In a world full of people
I don't know where
The puddle ends
And I begin.
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This is a poem that I wrote a while ago. I'm pretty insecure about my writing but my friends an family finally pushed me into somehow publishing it. So, um, thank you wonderful Wattpaders for reading this and I hope you don't completely hate it. I also hope that for some of you who feel similar to this, you are most defiantly not alone and I don't know who you are but I think you're beautiful and I love you <3 :D
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Kayla(:
