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-=NeCrOmAnTiC VeRmIn=-
Spend time working things out
In my mind
Looking around for the answer’s
That I’ll never find
Spend time facing life
When All I wanna do is die
Spend Time asking myself
Why do I even try?
Spend time going to work
And always do jack Shit
Spend time doing nothing
Whats the point in it?
Nothing seems to leave me alone
No-one sees things the way I see
No-one listening to what say
Never thinking of what they say to me
I wish people would just shut up
And think about what they say
So I don’t get hurt
Every single day
I want to get better
Stop cutting my arm
No-one understands
That my way out is self-harm
There’s no-one in this life
That I really love
Sometimes I think to myself
Is there really a “below” and “above”?
For those who have taken
Time out read
What I have written
Please Heed
I am not asking for sympathy
Or requesting respect
Not that I’d get it
Thanks for reading, I’m in you’re debt
I really like this one... it's quite thoughtful and deep, and it flows well... like this bit the most:
I want to get better
Stop cutting my arm
No-one understands
That my way out is self-harm
-Aeryn
Wow...I most definitely know how you feel...that feeling of never being good enough for anyone...searching for a reason to live but only pushing yourself farther into wanting to die...cutting...I've been there...I'm still there...Great poem hun