I can't live like this
Not strong enough to go on
Not strong enough to hurt myself
Not strong enough to rid the world of me
Trapped screaming inside
My own head filled with so many doubts
Pounding to come out
Can't cut my wrists
Can't hurt myself
Can't sleep
Can't be strong
Can't stop eating
History repeating
In front of my eyes
I'm going insane
Some people think it's a game
Think people cut themselves for fame
And starve themselves for fortune
They joke all the time
Would you rather kill yourself or be murdered?
They laugh it off like it's nothing
I sit there
silent
thinking about how
If I had it my way
I might already be dead
What would they say then?
I eat myself almost inside out
But I have to keep it all inside
Can't let it show
Have to hide
My mother too observant
My father like a hawk
Both watch too closely
My friends care so much
But I'm trapped on the outside
Nothing's the same anymore
I hide my insecurities
Trying so hard to stay with them
Stay inside the group
Only to lose my smiles
Soon after I've plastered them on
And
No one seems to notice
That it's all mostly fake
I'm just
Not
Strong enough
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
