I don't think I can do it anymore,
When my mothers anger come knocking at the door.
I just want to sleep,
Just give up and not eat.
Just starve and die.
All alone,
In a place I barely consider home.
I'm always angry,
Always full of hate.
I always take the bait,
And let my rage guide me.
It's unlikely that I will change,
I've always been this way.
Always been the same.
I hide it well,
When my scarce emotions swell.
I don't want to live anymore,
I've already given up.
On everything,
On everyone.
On all the things I wished to be.
I cannot see,
A clear way out.
My daddy wants me gone,
And my mom wants to be alone.
My sister is troubled,
Much as I am broken
My brother cannot see,
Past his own miseries.
We are hateful,
The lot of us.
We are never grateful.
We are all in pain.
We are all the same.
But I cannot cope,
As well as they.
I cannot see the way.
My eyes are shadowed and cold.
My heart is black and shriveled.
My feet stationery and still.
My head weary and bleary.
My emotions locked up and away.
I see no end to these days.
No end to the pain,
No future to gain.
I'm tired and I work,
And still I am dissatisfied.
Boredom swells and I pick up the knife.
I carve pretty words and hateful images.
I laugh as the knife sinks deeper.
Because I am a monster,
The demon my friends so well describe.
And this beast wants to die.
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Stitches
PoetryThey held her mouth shut. They whispered in her ear and bled into her heart. But she never knew where to start. These feelings that she just wants to be done, They sit in the back of her mind like a loaded gun. So she squeezes the trigger a litt...
