Poems

Why

By: Elizabeth A. A

Girls talking,
Boys laughing.
All You can hear is things around you.
Things that you cry at night for.
Once you mess up, just a little
It gives people a chance to tease you.
It makes you want to disappear.
A void of Depression is calling you.
Telling you it's not worth it, So you fall,
You cry a river of blue,
All you can see is blue.
Then black and white.
You can't cry anymore
You don't feel anything anymore.
So to feel something you cut.
It fulfills you inside.
You can finally feel something.
It's been so long.It helps you.
You can't stop.
So now all you want to do is cut.
Then you start asking why
Why is this happening to me?
Why doesn't anyone care?
Why can't I leave?
Why don't die?
Why?
I'll tell you why,
You have friends, and family,
Who have been with you all this time.
You been so rude so vile.
That you have become the one.
Who is talking, laughing,
Who makes people cry at night.
If they mess up
it gives you the chance to tease.
Soon you will have a reason to ask why.
I bet you'll say
"Why did I let this go on for too long?"
Why?
That's why.