To my teacher,
Who thinks every teen is depressed.
You've said things that are inhuman to some.
You really hurt me.
Because there are people who slit through their veins.
To feel something, even if it's just pain.
There are people who slam their heads against the wall.
Trying to escape it all.
Who stay up to 5 AM.
Just to wake up an hour later, to go to school again.
People that see faces in the darkness and in the corner of their eyes.
People that make their loved ones cry about things they feel inside.
Maybe, it is because you are lucky.
Maybe, it is because you missed a spell.
Maybe because you don't belong in hell.
But because I burn, cry, have fear and die on the inside,
doesn't mean every teen does.
I don't want you to have the opportunity to hurt me.
That's my job.
Because I cannot heal if you continue like this.
Because I must seal myself whenever I take the piss.
Try not to cry.
Try not to say "bye bye".
But every time you talk about something "fake".
Think about some steps I take.
Steps closer, and closer, to a noose.
Or maybe a cliff, who knows.
Just think about that you may be a final blow.
YOU ARE READING
Poems ~ Dark
PoetryDisclaimer; I have issues with my mental health. I know this is serious. I try to vent through poems. I publish these poems and you're allowed to read them, however, I am not responsible for anything if you read these. These poems are written in my...
