No matter how many people around
I'm alone...
Still hitting...
Still screaming...
What now?
They watch me
Like I'm going crazy...
Like I'm going insane...
I look for an escape...
I find it
But...
It gets closed off...
I scream more
I hit more
What now?
I think about asking for help...
I'm afriad they won't...
Or they wont hear...
What now?
What do I resort to?
Cutting...
The only way people could know what I'm feeling...
But its unwanted attention...
I never asked for 211
I never asked for therapy...
Only more stress...
What now?
Cut again...
And again...
-E.G.
YOU ARE READING
You know bits and pieces
Poetrythis story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems...
