My Dark Poetry

Guilty

Why do I feel like this?

Like the whole world is trying to destroy me,

Break me into millions of tiny pieces?

I feel so much,

But nobody seems to notice,

They don't know what I do,

When I'm at home,

Behind closed doors.

All they know is the lie,

I created,

To better protect myself,

From the people who make me,

Do what I do,

Behind those closed doors of mine,

I cut,

And I bleed,

Because it puts my mind at ease,

I cut,

And I bleed,

Because it makes all of the stress go away.

Yet at the same time,

It makes me feel worse,

Guilty.

Guilty,

For not telling anyone,

Guilty,

For doing it over and over again,

And guilty,

For feeling so stressed,

That I had to come to that conclusion.

I'm sorry,

If I hurt you,

But mostly,

I'm sorry Mom,

For making a promise I didn't keep.