Hot tears run down my cheeks
"It looks like you want to say something!"
I do
Three simple words
I hate you
Right now
This moment
With your red hand print on my cheek
I hate all you do
I hate all that you except of me
So tomorrow,
When you find me dead
My wrists will be slit
Burns up my arms
Just know that it was you
That pushed me this far
There was a time
When I wanted your love
Wanted your acceptance
I look just like You
I wanted nothing but to impress you
Kept my grades up
Stayed skinny
Only to gourge myself
When you weren't looking
Trying to fill this hole I had
With something other than pain
Trying to find a way to love myself
when you tell me I am worthless
You pull me by my hair
Make me look in the mirror
Reminded me that I am ugly
that you are perfect
my grades were dropping
My weight started to gain
Shoving the food down my throat
Am I pretty yet?
Do I have enough make up?
Are my clothes loose enough?
Do you love me today?
Will you love me tomorrow?
Silently I ask these questions
Afraid of your answer
So when you find this
Hopefully I have taken the leap
Hopefully I am dead
No longer breathing
YOU ARE READING
The Unwanted Poet
PoetryWhen faced with the pressure and confusing reality of being a teenager, I come and find refuge in this book of simple poems. Whether it is from a broken heart, a bleeding wrist, or just a god damn bad day, I write in here to take the pain away. So I...
