My Depressing Poems

"They"

They stare at you...

Mumble and giggle and laugh,

They don't know you're hurting,

Nor do they care.

They laugh and think that all this is

"For Attention"

They think that it's easy to,

"Just Stop."

But it's not, it's like an addiction to Cigarettes or Drugs..

But yet it's different,

it's an addiction to pain,

to the feeling of release it gives you,

to the empty, emotionless numbness, you feel,

That pain lasts seconds,

then all you want is,

More

More

More...

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper with every cut...

But you're friends don't start to get worried you hide it from them anyway,

They didn't understand your sorrow,

So they won't notice your pain,

It didn't matter to them when you decided to draw on yourself with a blade,

So now that you're gone I wonder if they feel the same....