The blade pierced me
The blood fell
Razor sharp metal had cut through me
And now which is reality I can't tell
My arm hurts
My wrists ache
But even through all of this pain
I can still fake
I'm seriously okay
I'm really fine
But you see the outside
My insides are rotting like wine
The discoloration tells I am weak
The scars on my hand says I shouldn't speak
Of such lies of such attention
Otherwise you'd hate me
"Cause I want attention"
One or many might say
No it's cause pain tells me I'm alive
Not that I'm made from clay
They say to stop its so easy
But do they know, understand even?
The pain the pressure
The things I believe in?
It's not easy
It's painful for sure
But they will never know
That it's not simple to find a cure.
A/n I give credit to ellie_the_author for giving me the idea for this poem.
I will say this. It's not easy to suddenly change our mindset to a positive one, it's not and I hate absolutely hate the facts that people think it's so easy to stop or not be depressed, suicidal, negative, etc. but it's our nature and how we grew up. It's not easy and will never be, but that doesn't mean time and warmth can't help us.
It doesn't mean we are seeking attention, I mean there are people out there that do, but not all. A lot of people stereotype the negative, suicidal, and depressed as something that we may not even be so... yeah. I lost my train of thought but that's what I wanted to get by.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Sorry
PoetrySad poems, that anyone can read. Happy poems, that can be made. Made by me, for you to read. So tell me, will you read? I started this two years ago so if my poems suck then wells... it's cause it was made three years ago.
