I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna live either
I just want peace
Not fighting my inner demons everydayAt age 13 I thought that I wouldn't turn 21
But here I am
Can't imagine a life at 30 or even 40
I don't see myself getting oldI see myself under a gravestone
Where people stop cause I was so young
That they start thinking who I was
And why I died at that ageAt age 15 I had no will to live
I had plans how to end it
I just don't wanted to live a life in so much painNow I have scars on my arm
They're so light
You only see them if you knowAnd sometimes I feel like a failure
Cause I even didn't cuted deep enough
But it was never for othersI needed to feel my invisible pain on my skin
But you get addicted to the blood

YOU ARE READING
Things I can't speak out loud
PoetryMy thoughts against my heart. What I know vs what I feel. Written on paper.