I'm trying...
to force myself to stay in bed
because if I don't
it will only lead to more red
I will walk quietly to my bathroom
I will reach for the blades so dear
or possibly worse the knifes so near
I will cry as I look back at myself
I will cry as blood runs down my legs
I will cry as I climb back into bed
Because I'm supposed to be asleep
And my parent will never understand
Just how bad I really have become
And neither will any of my friends
Because the next day
I will put my clothes on walk down the halls
Just the same as every other day
With a fake smile on and a fake laugh
Holding back the tears that seem to never stop
No one can know how bad I really have become
~first poem..let me know if u like it..maybe even suggestions for future ones?
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Pain will never end
PoetryThese are just thoughts from my head..things I've said.. some are poems about how I feel... some are just things i have typed out let me know if you like them.. or if you can relate... or if you can help me..or let me know if you need some help or j...
