*BEFORE YOU READ no one was hurt when this poem was made it is for the sake of emotion and expression*
I sit here.
Blade carving on my skin
Like a five year old with new paint.
The blood coming out of my body
Like ink coming out of a pen.
I'm tired.
I don't want to fight anymore.
I'm exausted.
Emotionally.
Physically.
I don't want the pain anymore.
No one is here to help.
So I sit here in my dark room.
Waiting.
Waiting for me to waste away.
So I don't have to live in this
Pain filled world anymore.
*this one was darker then my other ones but I hope it sent a message. Tell me what you thought it ment. I'd love to here what you think*
YOU ARE READING
Poems For The Lonely
PoetryThese are some "poems" that are more free-style but I put a lot of effort into these small groups of words so that mabye it could help you know that someone else understands.
