Inside My Head -Short poems

Again

I fell asleep on the bathroom floor again.

Not because I was drunk, but because I wasn't strong.

Nobody understands the battle I wage, day after day. 

No one cares about my endless pain.

I took the pills again.

Not to kill the pain,

But to hide it, if even for a little while.

No one notices.

They stop working, but I still take them.

Maybe more will help, maybe they will end it.

This has become my lifestyle.

I cut my skin again.

Not by accident, but to see.

To see my pain flow free.

A physical form of relief.

They are still clueless.

How long will this last?

When will the pain stop eating me?

I burned myself again.

Not because I was careless.

I wanted it to happen.

To feel the white-hot heat,

Nobody cared.

It shouldn't take much more.

I stare at my burn, tired, fearless.

I tried to take my own life again.

The pain and voices scream in my head.

I just wanted to be free.

They finally noticed.

Told me I was sick,

But that these pills would make everything better.

Jokes on them because they won't.

So I'm left with myself, my pain, and everything they said.

The cycle starts again.