It hurts.
It hurts when the people you think you trust aren't worth trusting.
Your friends made fun of you.
You cut.
The kids at school say mean things.
You cut.
The kids at school push you.
You cut.
They punch and kick you.
You cut.
You wonder why you suffer.
You cut.
You stop going to school.
You cut.
Your parents force you.
You cut.
It hurts.
Make it stop hurting.
Please, help me.
To late.
It's already to late.
I'm gone.
The pain stopped.
I don't hurt anymore.
The kids aren't mean to me anymore.
I had to disappear to get them to stop.
I hate whatever decided my life should be that way.
Goodbye cruel world.
YOU ARE READING
Venting Poems
PoetryNote: I WROTE THESE WHEN I WAS MAD/DEPRESSED/CONFUSED!! THERE IS HARSH AND VERY BAD LANGUAGE!! THESE PROBABLY FAIL VERY HARD!! DO NOT JUDGE OR I WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL WITH MY SHINIGAMI EYES!! \ D / D
