I feel the pain....
My heart dies...
I feel the cut...
That sinks into my skin inside..
I hear my thoughts;
My crying nights..
I wanna hide..
Get out of sights..
I see the blood pour onto the floor...
I hear voices fade tell there no more..
An my blood now pours out of me..
I felt like I was no one; yet people don't see.
I hide in my room, text the ones who I fight to tell....
The ones that don't hear my voice.
Or when I even yell.
I see my blood pour even more; i feel the burning on my arm..
The pain crossing through..
The sense of being hurt some more..this is what is due.
A cause to my intentions, a worry cuz its true...
That this is something crazy..
Something a teenager, whose had enough would do.
I turn to my last hope; I pray that they are there....
But when they're not..
I've had enough...that this is life..it's never fair!
I cut for one last time...
I'll be gone in just one bit...
That this is only something a teenager would do...you'd have to admit
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PoetryI wrote this poem because my mom wanted to know how I felt about being adopted, as I'm currently in foster care, and I figured that hey! Here is a way I can tell you how I feel, with something that I truly love to do :) So, this is what I came up wi...