suicidal thoughts poems

The Scars.

My eyes are red and burning,
No sleep has them yearning .
I've been inside for so long,
Because all I do is mourn.
Now the beautiful glowing light in the sky,
Now burn my eyes.

They tell me I too depressing,
That it is stressing.
Everyday I hide the scars of the past,
I take it as a serious task.
Many people watch me and say,
'You're a monster stay away. '
I should look at them in fear,
I'm left frozen in my spot , left to stare.

I look in the mirror everyday,
Just to look away.
The eyes that used to shine like stars,
Now all you look in them and see are the hidden scars.
Scars at every corner of my body,
Scars that are hidden by my hoodie.

I'm trapped by their insulating words.
I want to spread my wings,
And fly like birds.
But even then the scars stings.
Only pain it brings.

I feel like used clothes, every one wears,
It makes me drown in my tears,
Every night it gives me fears.
Fears that will never go away,
With my feelings they all play.
Everywhere I turn,
I feel like I'm being burn.
Everywhere I go ,
I feel like a puppet on a show.

No matter where I go ,what I see,
The scars are always there to remind me.