Running and hiding from my fears
My face is masked by my watery tears
Paranoia scampering though my head
Wishing for more blood than I have already bled
I am afraid my friends I am going insane
Trying to deal with all this pain
Weak, stupid, low, and pathetic
This is why I like being poetic
Letting out all my emotions
Just like the waves of the oceans
Flowing the water onto the land
My life could depend on this knife in my hand
I feel like I am doing everything wrong
Maybe this is not where I belong
Afraid of school, society, and everything
Thinking too much of what life could bring
In the future and upcoming times in my life
Now where on my body should I put my knife?
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For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry
PoetryThis is for the people in this world that have gone through a lot. Please know you are not alone. These are also a more updated on called "For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry part 2". These are from more my earlier times of writing p...
