“I find it funny
How I used to think I
Would have friends
And
The boy would love me
And that
Everything would be
Okay.
Instead I’m sitting here
With pain in my leg
And stains on my sheets
And a cigarette that
Keeps going out
Because my hands won’t
Stop shaking.
Because its been Thirty-Nine hours since
Last I ate
And Thirty minutes since
I split my skin,
And Ten minutes since I
Cried so hard that
I couldnt breathe
Telling myself that
"Dammit, I will
Live.”
I find it funny that
This is who I am
That I became
Everything
I said
I would never
Be.“
YOU ARE READING
Angelic
PoetryIm so confused This feeling is unbalanced Pain in my head becomes pain in my body Aching threw my muscles All I am is black Tar inside my heart IM IN PAIN AND NO ONE SEES Im SCREAMING for help I give up
