Try

Mariah

     I try so hard to make them proud, but everything I do just brings then down .

     I've been lied to , I've been used but most importantly I've been abused. 

     Suicide just runs through my mind ,  One thought at a time . 

     I scream in my room "WHEN WILL THIS END" as I slide the razor across my skin going deeper and deeper. 

     I just cant run away from it , no not this time .  I'm forever trapped in my mind . 

     I try and fake a smile but i just cant hold back . My mind has won I'm living in the black. 

     There's a demon who whispers in my ear , don't be a coward just do it nobody cares .

     There was a moment i felt happy ,. I was feeling okay , but it didn't last long slowly going away , day by day . 

     It's like I'm drowning without actually drowning , nobody notices how broken i am . 

     My parents , my teachers they don't see it but I'm crying out for help. 

     Nobody listens as I say I wanna die. 

     I have no friends because nobody understands why . 

     Do I really deserve to feel like this ? .  

     Why is it me ?  All I do is bleed .  

    I cut in the bathroom ,  I cut in my bedroom .  I cut so I can finally feel something. 

    I'm empty inside what did I do to deserve this life ?. 

   Midnight cry's and pains in my eyes , what can I do to feel alive ?. 

   One day , maybe just one day I'll end it all as I smile and say I finally did it . 

   No more pain because I finally hit the vein .  

 

  • Author: Mariah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2018 23:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem a while back when i was in a really tough situation . I had a major depressive disorder . I did nothing but stayed in my bedroom hating myself . I\\\'ve got bulled from 2nd grade following me up to my sophomore year . There was times i ended up in the crying and cutting . i hated the feeling . i always thought about suicide 24/7 and even tried committing suicide a few times a couple years back . life was hard for me . and i'm happy to say that I'm still alive today and doing a lot better.
  • Category: Sad
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