I take this knife,
As I continue to bleed,
Waiting for someone,
To come save me,
I can't seem to sleep,
I have terrible dreams,
I've tried counting sheep,
But it doesn't help me
I reach out everyday,
Waiting for somebody to see,
How wounded I am,
To come save me,
I'm numb all the time,
My soul is damaged,
But I say that I'm fine,
Even though I'm just a wreckage,
I changed my mind,
I'd rather nobody sees,
My emotionless eyes,
My scars from stomach to feet,
So don't waste your breath,
There is nothing left,
I'm nothing but a hollow shell,
Just waiting for the end of this hell,
But no matter how much I try,
Hiding all my feelings inside,
I always wish someone would see,
And feel the need to come SAVE ME.
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Poems
PoetryJust some poems I created in my spare time. This is amateur work and I will no longer be posting my poems on here. I'll be creating a new "book" to post my more current poems in