I called out for help,
You did not come,
All you did was push me down.
You told me it is okay to do this,
You told me it is okay to be sad.
It is NOT okay to hate,
The person I am.
It is not okay to hate the body I occupy,
The way I think,
The way I breathe,
Everything I am.
"ENOUGH!" I scream.
"TAKE IT ALL AWAY!!!" I beg.
I don't want this pain anymore.
I don't like the feeling you give me.
The love you try to share.
The blood trickles down and I get my release.
I get the rush.
I get the final hope I won't be here anymore.
I won't breathe anymore.....
I won't....
Don't recieve my call for help.
Note: I wrote this poem myself. Feel free to share it with your friends if you wish. All I ask is that you help someone in their time of need so that they don't have to go through this.
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Poetry of the Damned
PuisiThis is a collective of poetry either found or written by myself that I have found to be breath-taking and I decided to share them with everyone. As I come across more poetry or write more I will update. Enjoy!
