My Poetry

Bag & Mask

Bag & Mask

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She wants to Feel the Pain on her
Skin, when she Pushes the Blade too Deep.

She wants to have some Alone Time, just so she can Bleed.

She wants someone to give her a Blade, so she can Do what she's been Wishing.

To give Everyone what they Want, so she can Gain their Satisfaction.

Hell, even a Lighter will Work, because she's Burned herself before.

But honestly, she's Done It So Much, it's Hard to Feel the Pain anymore.

She hasn't done It in a Long time, but she's always been Tempted.

But the Temptations are getting Worse, to the Point where she Really wants to do It.

She did a Lot of Drugs today, and she Thought that would Help.

Alcohol was her next Solution, when her first plan Failed.

Neither of them Worked, so she went to Tell.

She said, I'm Tired of the Sadness that has Set in my Eyes.

I'm Tired of the Pain, which Rests in my Soul.

I Know what you're going to Say, that I Shouldn't Feel This Way.

But Believe Me if I had a Choice, I'd have Constant Happy Days.

It's not my Choice to Feel this way, and I Understand if All you See, is the Fake Smile that I Put On.

But I'm Really Fuckingly, Fucked Up, Right Now.

My Mind, my Body, my Heart, my Life.

I'm in Pain.

The Kind you Try to Hide, but want Someone, Anyone to Find Out, and Tell You it's Okay.

There's So Much Pain on the Inside, that I Want the Blade, Lighter, Anything to Give Me Pain on the Outside.

To take my Mind Off the Pain that you Can't See.

The Pain that you See when you Look into my Eyes.

Some people only See the Smile and they don't Look into my Eyes.

Because they Know that if they Did, they would See my Pain, and they don't Want to See that.