I'm not depressed
I can still smile
But sometimes when I'm alone I lose
the feelings that are vital
I'm no longer suicidal
I won't dare use the gun
But sometimes I wonder what would
happen if I jumped
I won't try to die
Not actively at least
But I still know accidents happen, and
they may never cease
My head still remembers
The feelings of relief
The itching comes back but I resist
the need
I'm trying I promise
To make it all right
Sometimes though it still gets hard to
fight
Shouldn't i be cured
I've done everything I was told
Do I need to do this until I grow old?
I take my medications
I've hidden away the blades
Yet sometimes all I feel is the
emptiness it made
I know you think I'm better
I know you say you care
But instead of talking to you, I'd
rather talk to air
You tiptoe around my feelings
Pretend you understand
Yet never have you ever extended a
helping hand
Do whatever you want
It's not my place to say
I only have one reason that I came
here today
I've come to make a statement.
I've tried with all my might.
My goal writing this poem is to
remind myself to fight.
YOU ARE READING
A Shattered Me
PoetryI was attempting to write a story and I ended up with these. These are my poems written while reflecting on my life therefore there may be triggering content. If anything is very descript there will be a warning at the beginning of that poem. Constr...
