I am not fine,
My mind is a mess,
I lack emotions and still you hear me whine,
I whine at the sudden burst of emotions which I don't know how to express.You see me smile and don't know I am acting,
Because it is easier to hide what is happening than talking about it,
Because it is easier to keep feeling this void - this emotional lacking,
And I wish I get hit.Because the pain in the body calms down the pain in the mind,
What I need is to beat up someone and leave them bleeding in the verge of death,
And someone to beat me up until I bleed and hoping that I died,
I am not feeling well, I wish to finish my breath.
YOU ARE READING
I Needed to Vent
PoetryVenting poems I will just fucking kill myself English is not my first language