At some point you hate yourself so much
That you isolate yourself from everyone
Even if those people make you feel better
And it hurts like hell
But you get used to it
You continue to feel isolated even on days that are supposed to be fun
You argue with everyone you used to care about
You lose friends, you lose faith
And it hurts like hell,
But you start to like it
And then everything is different
You accept the pain with open arms
It's your only friend now
And yeah it hurts
But the pain feels like control
It's not
But you want to believe it
And you're in so much pain
So you hide it
Like a fucking idiot
You hide it!
You refuse to let the people you love see the state you're in.
You feel like they won't understand
And they have enough they're going through
You feel like at least one of them hates you
Maybe they caused the pain
You can't remember when it started.
You're tired of the lies
You end things that ended up making it worse
And it was all a wall of sound
Screaming, shouting
Drowning out everything with
You are the worst person!
You deserve this!
Look what you did to them!
It's all you ever do to them!
All of them hate you!
And it hurts like hell!
It hurts so fucking bad!
You want it to stop!
But it won't.
So you wear long sleaves.
You keep covering it up.
People notice but don't ask.
Someone noticed
And they asked
You felt better
But someone held you down
And you hesitated
You needed to let them go
But you can't
And it hurts like hell.
It still does.
Every day.
Pounding, pulsing
You change things
You hope that somehow that will make them go away.
No
It makes it worse
Won't let go, can't let go
You still care,
Somewhere, deep down
But this person doesn't care
Doesn't understand what they've done.
Oh it hurts like hell,
And it won't go away
And yeah, it sucks,
But I'm getting better
The pain will go away and I have everyone's support.
So who cares about that one thing holding me down?
I'm learning to pull its weight.
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PoetryA lot of these will probably be really dark because I use poems as a way to vent. We had to write poems for English this past year and I just kind of never stopped. Enjoy my crappy poems I guess!