Sometimes I try
To let it all out.
But it always ends
In tears and pain.
I feel so helpless.
I feel so lost.
No power.
No strength.
But that's not how I am.
I try to fight,
But only end up
Hurting myself.
Nobody really gets it,
Nobody really gets me.
My tears are my friends,
My blade is my strengthener.
Pillows muffle my cries,
So nobody even knows
About my pain.
I'm all alone.
It's just so hard,
To fight it.
I'm fighting myself,
And I'm losing.
It's why I'm so
Miserable, lost.
My blade is all I need,
For nothing else helps.
My blood soothes me,
As it runs down my wrist,
And then my tears stream out,
And my blade rests.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written for about two years. Some are a lot more recent than that, and they cover a wide range of topics. If you don't want to read one, don't. They go in no particular order. Any comments and critiques would be ve...
