I question why I choose to stay,
It must be because I enjoy the pain,
Like the razor to my arm,
I absorb your words of harm,
And I use them to beat myself down,
I force the smile through my frown,
I am grateful for your hatefulness,
It fuels my self harm, I confess,
Not that you care, you didn't blink when I said,
That I hate to be living and would love to be dead,
Why do I stay?
I'd be happier away,
But I guess I'm just a sucker for the mean games you play...
Jane / poems
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
