kiss my cuts ❥ poetry

in need.

why am i this way?
why is it that i have no say?
from everything i do day to day.

i need serious help.
i need to escape this life and lay on an island for a week
i want to be disconnected from everything and everyone
will my existence seize to exist?
will i return to loving arms?
or will it be the same?
will i return and be fucking sad again?
(the answer is yes)

why not fucking get it together, huh?
wake up and be happy for once
get up and get ready without crying
leave the house and not force my feet to walk
smile when all i want to do is fucking die.

i lay in bed with tears on my cheeks every night
begging for an answer
i want forgiveness
i want peace
i want happiness
but all my wants won't be given because i'm too needy
so i'll settle for what i have now
that's for however long i have left.

if you only knew
how much i wanted this to be turned around,
i want a start over button
just so i could do things differently.

-take me far away from here