I know it's wrong
I know the side effects
But I don't care
The slick blade of metal is the only way
Here I stand an addict to pain
I won't stop until I see blood
You can't hide them from me
I will find it all
Don't try to stop me
Don't cry
Just please let me heal
Just leave me alone
Please don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Am I?
Who am I?
My defining moment is these scars
Isn't this all I am?
A worthless bag of skin with scars all over
I'm ugly
You say I'm not
But I am
I'm worthless
I am the lost song of beauty
Forgotten
And unwanted
Darkness embodies me
Its cold
I'm frostbitten
And alone
Love always leaves
No matter how long it takes
Don't you think I want to stop
But I can't
I just can't
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...