Cynthia

Why must I?

Why must I be so annoyed

Why must I blame them all

I scream at the voices in my head to stop

To just shut the hell up

 

Why must I be depressed

Why must I be so sad

I look at my blade

Thoughts running through my head

 

Why must I cry all the time

Why must I always hurt

I cry for no reason

Tears forever staining my cheeks

 

Why must I be falling apart

Why must I be as fragile as glass

I break so easily

I fall to the floor in shards

 

Why must life be so cruel

Why must people hate

They hate on the homeless

The blacks

The Mexicans and Asians

 

Why must people laugh at those less fortunate

Why don't they help instead of poking fun

Society is crumbling

So many are pushed to suicide

 

Why must we all hate on each other

Why must depression be a thing

I'm bleeding from me wrists, stomach, thighs

My feet covered in blood from walking on my own broken glass shards

That are left as remains from my heart

 

Why must I be so broken

Why must I.



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