-Hey sorry about what I might say in this, I'm extremely anger/ upset right now. And any caps words have no connection to each other this time. Sorry-
Isn't it sad that your screams can't be heard by even the people nearest to you?
Isn't it horrible that your suffering is done in the accesses of your bedroom?
Isn't lonely crying into your pillow, alone? Every. Single. Night.
Isn't it just a shame that you throw out so many hints of what you do to yourself when your all alone, and yet no one seems to notice?
Doesn't it hurt letting all those people call you names and PUSH you to the side in the school halls?
Doesn't it all make you want to stab yourself, right in the heart, and hear it STOP BEATING?
Don't you WISH you could just go to sleep after a bad day and NOT WAKE UP.
Isn't it sad that day after retched day we fight for what seems like NOTHING.
Isn't it pitiful that we slice open our skin just to see ourselves in pain that we think we DESERVE.
Isn't it strange that we blast sad music when we're already CRYING?
Isn't it hard to just GO TO SLEEP at night without sitting up contemplating your own death?
Isn't it sad that when your reading this, your making a CHECKLIST of how many you relate to?
Isn't it sad that I only have one reason to live anymore....
YOU ARE READING
A Sea of Poems
PoetryThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
