It's me and my sadness again,
I'm trying to count without panicking to ten.
I hope it didn't hurt so much,
I just crave someone to touch.I know I've already made it so far,
But is it worth it when my mind is raging a war?
Someone help me,
I just need a little hope for me to cling on desperately.Or maybe I'm just too comfortable with being sad?
I'm the end of the day, all my thoughts turn bad.
This is why I can't stay up late,
I'm sorry if I ever made you guys wait.I wish I could look you in the eye and tell you I've healed,
Can you give me your shield?
I hate being this weak and vulnerable,
It makes me forget when this pain was still tolerable.But just like me my demons grow,
From the high I crash to a low.
I just want to die tonight,
I don't want to see the light.Maybe I'm selfish when I say these feelings drive me crazy,
But my goals and my salvation all look so hazy.
Can I have someone to talk to?
Someone to make me feel a little less blue.I feel like a liability,
Stop this! No, I don't have the capability.
Stop making yourself a victim!
But I feel like the chance of me surviving is slim.
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Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.