Poems From The Dark Minded

My Life in a Poem

Disclaimer: This is based on the life of an OC of mine, and I was not creative enough to think of a better name for this poem.

  There are few of whose blood I wish to spill,
There are few of how many people I want to kill
Each of them brought harm to me one way or another,
Bullied by the popular girl, abused by my father, and even abused by the one who called me their lover
I ask myself, "What had I done to deserve this?"
In this case, ignorance isn't bliss
What they've done has left deep scars on my mind and body,
Soon I think self-laceration will be my hobby
My mental health could be classified as irreversible damage,
No cut or gash on my body can be healed with any sort of bandage
I'm often tossed to the ground,
Even if it hurts, I do not make a sound
I've given up on crying out for help,
It feels like no one understands the pain I've felt
The biggest lie is when they say, "You're never alone."
But me having no one is set in stone
I feel like I was cursed to be hated from the day I was born,
And when I die, nobody will mourn
Yet I don't have the guts to slit my wrist or overdose on some sort of pill,
It feels like I'm forced to be alive against my own will
Father blamed me for chasing away my Mother,
But who she was is something I'll never uncover
The popular girl at school says I don't deserve anything or anyone,
She beats me just for fun
The one who calls me his lover, blames me for cheating on him,
The chances of him really loving me are slim
One day, I will snap and spill their blood,
And when I do, their bodies will hit the ground with a thud
Until that day comes, I will continue to suffer,
And I know until then, the pain will get rougher and rougher

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This poem was written on: November 14th, 2017.