This is one of my longest poems, but it also took the most time.
Slit my wrists,
Kill me inside,
Let them bleed,
Let me die.
Why can't I cry,
And not let myself die?
Why must I stay,
And kill my self constantly?
It hurts to live,
And let myself bleed,
Is the only way to live,
And let my soul be released.
I'd rather die than live,
But something stops me,
And I look back on those good times,
But they don't stop the pain.
Why am I here,
Why do I live?
Why does something hold me back,
When I truly know what to do?
I want to die,
But no one lets me,
Yet no one notices,
No one notices my scars.
I look at the scars on my arms,
There as a constant reminder,
A reminder of the hurt,
That is only felt inside.
I watch the people playing,
While the knife digs deeper,
And I leave for an empty house,
Only to find that I am alone.
I slit my wrists hoping for death,
But all I got was scars,
And the pain,
The pain shall never leave.
Now I kill my soul,
And wait for death,
But it never comes,
And I shall live on.
Slit my wrists,
Kill me inside,
Let them bleed,
Let me die.
Wow, I actually think that this is a good poem for once! For some reason, this reminds me of a song! La la la la lal alaallallalalall!
Alantie Mistaniu: Wow! You always get the interpretation right! Have a cookie!
Silver Sailor Ganymede: Bingo! I like to scare people! fanged grin