A Teenager Would Do

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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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