Blind Eye
With every day that goes by
The weight on my shoulder gets heavier
I take a knife to my wrists
Just trying to relieve some of the weight
I can't avoid the silver kiss
That is just trying to self-medicate my self-hate
Can't you see me drowning?
I know you can
But you turn your back on me
As I choke on my own pain
You pretend to be oblivious
To ease your conscious
Trust me I get it
It's easier to turn a blind eye
Then to look at me and find out the truth
Because what you don't know
You can't be accountable for, right?
But what will you say
When I take that last ride?
Will you be filled with guilt or shame
Or continue to stand nigh
Will you shake your head
and give me three claps
and go on with your day
and never look back
How many more lights have to be switched off
Before you realize that you are surrounded by darkness
At what point will you open your eyes
to notice those who are suffering around you?
Will my death be enough?
And if it's not then we'll all know my worth won't we?
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PoesieThese are some poems I wrote about experiences I had with people in my life. These are my "fuck you" letters. I love feedback!
