Time fades into another,
Yet the pain continues.
The feeling of worthlessness and stupidity stay.
The fear of my fuck-ups remain.
Hours and minutes blur in to one another,
Yet the memories are clear as ever.
Crying on the bus ride home,
Cutting in the school bathroom.
Telling my friends they should stay away from me.
Me slowly cutting myself off.
Music blaring,
Arms bleeding.
Tears falling,
And friends leaving.
Days and seasons pass,
Yet the pain is stonger then ever before.
The world revolves,
And life continues,
Yet my days are numbered,
In this cruel truthful world.
ESTÁ A LER
Of All The Agony
Poesiathese are for the moments where i feel as though i am done, where i don't have the strength to continue. the moments when i call on others for help, or deal with my own demons in the dark. this is the collection of poems that tell another struggle...
