Don't Worry About It

I don't want it this way, each day just gets worse
But I can not resist, I think I've been cursed
This is my choice, I welcome this pain
As days go by, I think I'm insane
The burn in my eyes, the pain in my wrist
Makes me feel alive, its my bloody kiss
Don't worry about it, its an emotional void
Does it really matter if my life gets destroyed?
I'm happy for once, though I know it won't last long
Why should you care? Don't tell me to be strong
This is my life now, this is how I cope
I won't have it another way, I've lost all my hope
As this depression spreads, my life starts to fade
And each chance of survival slowly starts to break
I'm living in a dark place with no light or sound
Wishing in silence that soon I'll be found
But my wishes are hopeless, no body cares
I scream and I cry as the hole tears
No one will notice as the hole starts to spread
No one will care - even when I'm dead

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Dark and depressing .. cutting is something i am aware of .. i know some who cut themselves. You expressed well reasons for it ..i don't know, the person i know , she did it because she felt guilty and had no control over her life and the cutting assauged her guilt.. she got some help.
You have written a strong sad poem of hopelessness and desperation .. things change .. good work.
Chloe