A poem I wrote during a bad time |
Why do I do the things I do Why do I say the things I say Why do every night I lie in bed and pray Pray for a better tomorrow A tomorrow without sorrow Pray for my problems to go away So I can wake up care free the next day But I know nothing will go away without a fight A fight no one can win unless they begin to sin But no one wants to sin so they just push it aside And once again my problems they hide They hide the scars and the fresh cuts on my wrists Like their ashamed of me and what I do SO what would you do if no one cared about you? Well I'll tell you what I did And remember this is coming from a kid I put the razor blade deep against my wrists and didn't stop until the blood began to mist I dropped to the floor and banged my head on the door I knew this was the end. It was all so dark but little did I know it was all a fresh start. I woke that morning with the sun shining in my face Like nothing had happened to my wrists. Of cuts there was no trace. Until I looked up and saw a person with wings and I realized it was an angel who was here to bring me new things So to the people who pushed my problems aside I hope you feel better because of you; I died. Not just on the outside but inside too But it was for the better you see because now I fly high problem free |