black poems

🌟⭐Truth⭐🌟

its like a high,
smooth as a razor,
but rough as the past,
you see the pain,
but still don't pause.

They call it selfish,
you call it life,
they don't get it,
it's not right,
but still you carry on.

It's not your wrist,
it's your thigh,
is your hips,
your ribs,
and your life.

You need help,
you don't want it,
but what do you do without it?
your lost without it,
you'll lose yourself,
your scared.

5 years,
you've needed it,
you still need it,
but you can't have it,
they won't help you,
your not sick enough,
there are others worse off.

But you can't see,
what's inside of me,
the haunting memories,
the mental capacity,
shrinking into nothing,
there losing you,
but no one sees.

it's too late,
you've lost yourself,
you blocked it out,
so you blocked yourself,
you are not,
what you have been threw,
you are true.

what now?
What do i do?
Why am i broken?
Why can't i be fixed?

i can be fixed,
but the cracks seek threw,
i can see you,
but i can't help you.

i cant get close,
I'll hurt you,
i have hurt you,
i hurt him,
that's why he left.

he couldn't handle the truth,
it hurt him to see me,
and now I've hurt you,
i didn't want to,
but i cant help it,
it's just what i do.

I'll hurt they who come near,
because the truth hurts,
and that's what i fear,
i couldn't stop thinking about him,
and i neglected you.

i don't diserve you,
and now i see,
it was me,
everyone blamed him,
i cryed for a week,
and it's was all because of me.

i cant stay here,
it still hurts,
they can't help me,
but i can see the way,
I'll follow my path,
and hope it sets me free.

no more drugs,

no alcohol,
or smokes,
I'm over the party's,
and the sex.

i can live my life,
i can finally be me,
if i end up dead,
or in a magazine,
I'll be in peace.

I'll make you see,
the pain that comes,
with honesty,
the tears that stain,
like blood,
when it drops on my jeans.

I'll be waiting,
for your sad,
ending scene.