A story

Every day this pain grows
I can't take it anymore
Hate started to grow out of me
I wanted to stop it but I was too weak
It was changing me
It was taking over me
And I stopped caring
I stopped laughing
I stopped being happy
I was so unhappy
But then I found a solution
But it ended in an addiction
Seeing that blood made me happier
But it was making me into a liar
Saying everything was alright
When it was anything but alright
Whatever was in me was selfish
So, Every nignt I make the same wish
But every morning I wake up to the same sadness
I'm still alive and my wish is still not granted
I try to find help but I never find it
I just wish I was over and done with it
But God sent me here for a reason
And I must do my best to find that reason...

Author's Note

Shall I write more poems?
I don't feel like I'm good at writting

Reviews

[a donkey, briefly]

you have to let your writing transform; you and your writing are in a relationship now
honest communication and creativity are a good pair

[Rachel Anderson]

I think this would be lovely as a Spoken Word.
It's lovely in writing too, tho. Well done.