Living Hell

I'm sorry this piece is so dark. I wrote it a year or two ago and just found it.

The blade deep in my skin

As I watch the blood run down my arm

I know I deserve it, after all I'm full of sin

Every time something says stop as if an alarm

but does that stop me? not at all

the blade goes deeper as the blood drips

It's not bad only small

I say as it hits my hips

it rolls down my legs and onto the floor

And I wonder why I'm doing this

'Cuz people call me fat, ugly, a b***h and a w***e

and laugh because I've never had my first kiss

I stop crying long enough to hear a knock

I quickly clean the blood and wipe my tears

I hide my sadness with a smile and let them in

They think I'm fine and leave

I'm not good enough to waste their time

They never talk to me except to yell

and you wonder why my life is a living hell

Reviews

[Nithin Purple]

wow.........well writ

[Satan's Daughter]

This is dark, yet poetic. You take something depressing and turn it into art. Well done.

[GemmaMarieLeask]

I try my best:)