I am the one that you cannot see,
As you pass me in the halls,
or site by me in class. I walk,
Down those halls with a smile on my.
But on the inside...
On the inside there is,
There is phenomenal pain,
pains nobody can even understand.
As they walk by me in the halls,
I wish they would just take the time to,
Get to know me. I wonder wht im,
Ignored, hated, unloved. On the inside,
i tell myself "its because you are ugly."
My pain is uncontrollable, it rages ever more,
some times all i can do is to cut myself.
To bring pain upon myself.
Sometimes i wish for death.
I constantly dream of wanting to end it,
The pain, my whole life. It just seems,
Hell im not sure... its seems like,
the whole worldis trying to make me do it.
Im starting to hear voices at might.
The tell me to end it.
They teel me that im worthless, pathetic.
That no one will ever love me.
Its more than i can handle.
THATS IT! im through ill end it all.
Show the whole world how i feel.
That night i grabbed a knife from,
the kitchen drawer. I stick it to my throat.
Tears well up in my eyes as i realize wats its come to.
I run the blade across my throat and slump to the floor.
I look down at all the people at my funeral.
I hear kids from my school.
I hear them tell people.
"I wish now i had gotten to know him"
And all i can think to myself is"Where were you,
where were you when i needed you".
All i can say is cherish life,
Tell someone that wat they cant say they didnt know.
Let what is inside.... out
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Leah06 (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, October 29 2003, 08:21 pm|
This is an unbelivable poem. its amazing. i know exactly what you are feeling. In fact i just went through it. Its hard. i can tell you that. and if you read my poem "the cut" you can see what i went through just a few days ago. but the difference if, i saved her life. she hates me for it but oh well. i know i did the right thing. how ever that poem is alos for ryan. he too went through this. But this poem... is amazing. i couldent find the right words to explain myself, and im gald you did. Thank you so much for writing and posting this poem. Great job!
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|Stacey (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, October 30 2003, 06:20 pm|
I love the way you express yourself in this poem. your bleeding heart spills beautiful words of honesty. Please continue to write and wear your heart upon your sleeve.
|Sax (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, October 31 2003, 03:54 am|
The poem brings back alot of memories.... Many of which I would like to have never existed -_-
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