A poem based on a teen self harming and how they think and feel personally someone i know. |
The shaking begins to start, the worry begins to grow, it gets pulled out of a bag, its the beginning of another show, The line gets drawn, my heart begins to race, the pumping of blood hits my face, as a tear drops down upon my cheek, i wipe it away and begin to think. The pain makes my insides turn, my thoughts turn to dust, i hear a voice within, crying out for help, its beginning to make me sick, and a thought of what happened, as i kick, and scratch the wall infront of me, it makes me bleed. for so many scratches and scars i see, i wont forget the life i have infront of me, its a mistake for anyone could no, i do this for me not for a poxy little show, it makes me feel so much better, but it scars me inside, for the hoping i will find a light and stay alive. I put it down, and back away, from everything i done, i see a line, and i cry inside, what have i done, my life is nothing but a fail, a fail of nothing to achieve, but why? i have everything, everything except trust, arguments, blaming one another, teenage years are so hard, but you have to live through them. The jumper goes back on, and i put on a fake smile to hide my sadness, so the questions don't come, but they do, everyday, are you okay? i die inside each time someone says them 3 words, i want to say no, but i cant be bovered with the questions, so i say yes, so i dont get prosessed, and i just take a deep breath, and smile. |