It’s a wonderful day
Add one more number for how much I’ve aged.
But they won’t see
That the mask that I wear,
Hides the fact
That I’m violently bare.
Playing with knives,
Thinking of ending my life,
When the memories of you
Replays of what you made me do.
It hurts to breathe,
I try to scream,
Nothing comes out,
People even doubt.
You want to celebrate that I’m alive,
When I smile, just know,
It’s a lie.
I don’t want to live,
I don’t want to sing,
But for you,
I’ll act happy.
As if nothing is wrong,
Nothing has been done.
I’m completely normal.
Another birthday,
Closer to my death.
Thank god it is here,
So soon I’ll take my last breath.
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Author:
Kai (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2018 07:08
- Comment from author about the poem: This is me venting about how when it was my birthday, everyone thought I was so happy. I was faking a smile throughout the day and I was almost crying. My PTSD was awful and I was having flashbacks. It was making me very suicidal, but here we are now. I tried to write it out to stay clean from self harm.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS i hope you like your stay here, very nice poem, i rather find that the most unpleasant things in life are the most pleasant because it helps us build character and helps us grow into more of ourselves. So keep writing and be more of yourself
- Theta
Welcome to MPS! I liked the rawness and truth of your poem. Well written. I hope you continue to write!
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