I'm tired can't you See?
From all of them staring at me.
They think I'm weird, think I'm strange,
Saying I look deranged.
But all I wanted was love and support,
But instead they laugh and taunt.
Is there any hope for me?
Is there any hope you see?
In my head it sounds like a riot.
While I'm always told to
"Be quite!"
YOU ARE READING
The life of a self-harmer
Poetry#66 (22/6/17) Don't judge, listen. If you don't like what you see then leave. some simple poems or quotes on the life of a self-harmer. I am in no way promoting self-harm and if anyone ever needs help or advice or just cheering up, I'm always here...
