I always thought about doing it
And sometimes I had it in my hand while I sit
Just to feel what I know even for a little bit
As I did it that's when I got a full blown hit
My friends what was I going to tell them
That I'm not that clean little gem
I can feel it and I keep on looking to see if it is really there
But when i did it I just couldn't find it in me to care
I have bottled it in too much and now I couldn't bare
To see so much tears
For things I couldn't handle anymore and no one could hear
The silent screams I keep inside so they don't stare
Because I love keeping to myself not liking it when anyone get near
Only some people and those times are rare
I still can't believe that I did it
Even though I hate to admit
I didn't put anything on it and I didn't even look for a little kit
So this is my confession about doing it
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
