The Lost Pages of Poems

flesh

I can slowly feel them pulling apart my insides,

feeling myself alone again.

I can’t let tears out;   

I don’t know this endless frustration inside me.

I carry something heavy inside me,

I don’t know what it is.

I sit in the room full of thoughts,

as I can slowly feel red beads running down from my wrist. 

I can’t escape my head,  

my thoughts.

please someone save me.

maybe I should be suffering alone.

In silence.

You acted like nothing happened.

It’s affecting me too.

Maybe I should stop overreacting,

maybe I should stop calling for help,

and pretend to be in good mood and hold it all like a knife stuck inside me.

Even the people I was talking,

they start to left me like an abandoned child lost her mother,  

I think I understand people around me they get tired of me too.

Is it really hard to talk to me?  

To laugh with me?  

Or people around me just found someone better.