Poems

The Truth

I'm sitting here waiting , I don't know what for but I am; Sadly in between that time my brain decides it's time for a war and I go numb I can't feel anything and to make sure I'm still alive, I grab a safety pin and slide it against my wrist a couple times; once, twice , three times four how ever many times I can take before my arm is all red and and covered in marks there is no blood but I can still see the marks ; the stinging is the only thing left after; it reminds me to breath and than I come back and I am fine but sadly I know it won't last it never does I'm not ashamed of what I have done but when my family sees they flip out and over react I understand they care but I can't seem to drop the pin long enough to see them ;the pain helps the war end but now I have to see worried eyes looking at me and I all i can think is o this again ; the problem is that no one is  asking how I feel they are asking are u okay yeah I'm okay now that i know I'm alive the burning is reminding me that I'm alive ; but soon that will end they want me to be alive but is it living if I can't seem to see between the lines I don't want to die I just want to feel alive

-By Me
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