They acted like I was playing games ...
I wasn't
I was actually in pain...
Only in sixth grade
Trying to live my life
But I was getting bullied
So I turned to a knife
Didn't know what to do
Until I thought of you
You wouldn't want this for me
I had lost my identity
You was my best friend
Until your life had to end
You would want me to be happy
And pursue my dreams
But that wasn't gonna happen
The emotions were too deep
But I wanted to die
So all I'd was cry
I didn't want to be here
There was too many tears
It was too hard
I didn't have a guard
My heart was too heavy
And I was already in relation with an angel
Who was becoming a stranger
You was in heaven
I was only thirteen
I realized I needed you
But I couldn't break through
All these hard times
I didn't see no signs
To stay alive
And I cried and cried
Through blurred eyes
I couldn't see the possibilities
So I sat on my knees
Next to my bed
Didn't know what was going through my head
I chose what to do
My pain grew and grew
I took a knife
Wanted to end my life
Nothing was going right
Eight grade now
And somehow
I was still alive
Then there was five
Slits on my wrist
As I made a fist
I was so much in pain
Wanted to fly like an airplane
I needed you
I couldn't contain anymore
I was depressed
There was pain in my chest
Battling for years
I had shed so many tears
And now without you
I don't know what to do
#LongLive....
.
.
.
When the "missing " comes ,it comes with an overwhelming crushing .No warning,it just descends upon me
YOU ARE READING
Distorted
PoetryI've been writing for years . And some of my works on here were written when I was younger and didn't have the best understanding of writing .So bear with me because those don't reflect who I am as a writer anymore . . . . I believe, the BEST way t...
