Who cares really

Who cares really

A Poem by Krista

After all these years of life
I wish just to hide forever
and sleep forever.
Not live another day
Just want everything gone from my mind,
I wish to be normal,
but what even is that?
The voices screaming in my head
"your such a screw up! "
"you can't do anything right"
The number of people telling me to just end it?
Countless.
The number of people who care?
I could probably count on one hand sadly.
Showing friendship 
is not something many feel like doing anymore.
The voices say
nobody cares but I hope they are wrong.
If I died would anybody notice?
If I ended up in a coma
from listening to the voices 
would my friends come to see me?
Doubtful.
My family is online
I have few true friends,
but one is all I need really.
The one person to understand
to listen and say 
"don't listen. I really do care."
Every broken promise
equals more pain and hurt.
Another reason to continue with the plans
I made short time back.
I'm not scared of death,
I would often welcome it with open arms.
I would no longer have to feel the hurt,
the pain would be gone.
Would there be consquence ?
You left me hanging again and again,
acting liked you care 
then disapearing for no reason. 
Just shows that few really do care.
That if I was gone tonight 
you wouldn't even know!
The blood running down my arms,
you don't see it 
but will soon enough.
For everyone who
hurt me 
there will be a new mark
and more blood spilled 

© 2017 Krista


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Krista
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My name is Krista. I'm 27 years old. I have an eating disorder and am a cutter. I'm also depressed most of the time a very negative out look on life. more..

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