Here's a poem I wrote:
Everyday I fight
But then I realize they are right
Everyday an endless strife
To get a somewhat "social life"
All the torment impales my heart
Seems there is nothing to set me apart
I come home crying everyday
I foresee no other way
Have the knife ready in my hand
Life so far has no taste, so bland,
But this I say will be something new.
Now my friend I bid you adieu
Because you will not see me again
Don't blame me, blame my pain
The knife went through and ripped my skin
Over my face came a wide grin
Blood as red as ruby comes out
Almost like a waterspout
As I start to close my eyes
I say my final goodbyes
Then as if it was all a dream
My eyes close, my heart burst from the seams
My breath stops and then I see
The blinding light infront of me
And then just for a few
I open my eyes and enjoy the view.
Cause' now I'm in a better place,
One where I can show my face.
Everyone loves me here
Seems like I'm almost... Revered.
And even though I'll stay a while,
I know at least I'll smile.
And through everyday and every night,
I'll remember all those fights
And all those days I would say "I'm fine"
Between okay and a lie.
But now there is no reason to lie.
Why lie when you can die?
And be taken away from the pain.
You see there is something to gain,
The power to of not being able to feel
All those words that were never real.
So now you ask me why;
Why would I let myself cry?
And not try to rise above their words?
Well to that I say;
What would you do?
Live with torment all your life,
Or give it up... Everything.
Sometimes there is only one answer.
