Doctor, doctor
I need to shed some pounds
I weigh 72 and my bones barely protrude
Doctor, doctor
I need help
I can't stop scratching myself
It's on my wrist right on my slits
Doctor, Doctor
Get the voices out of my head
They keep on shouting I'm better off dead
Doctor, Doctor
The little girl under my bed
Keeps on asking what's my favorite book I've read
What are these pills
What do they do
You say they'll make me happy
I swear if I gain a gram
You'll no longer be my friend
But doctor
When will it end
I just want to go away
I just want a friend other than myself
Maybe I'll get more some day
Doctor
I don't want to be here
To be raw,
I want to be dead
All of my friends don't treat me the same
It's like I'm insane
No matter what I do
Everybody's looks at me and thinks
What did you do
What went wrong
Was it me or is it you
They seemed so happy
They had nothing to be sad for
She was so lovely and always laughing
But I guess was before
Before the storm
Doctor
Doctor
Everyone is losing touch
Everyone is staring too much
I can't hear you
It's like I'm drowning and letting go
I want you to let everyone know
I'm going home
YOU ARE READING
Good ol' poems
PoetryThese poems are ALL MINE and if you want to use them PLEASE credit me. None of these are copied and are from my imagination and thoughts. None of the pictures used are mine and I do not take ANY sort of ownership for them. Enjoy :)
