Why all the thoughts of death and pain?
Why all the methods of self harm?
Why all the tears, all the sorrow?
Why do I feel so dumb?
Why the hurt buried in my heart?
Why the guilt flowing through my veins?
Why the lies spewing from my mouth?
Why won't my dark thoughts be slain?
Why have these feelings gathered in my mind?
Why won't my memories go away?
Why am I too scared to end it all?
Why can't I kill myself today?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Raimee (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, March 9 2005, 05:39 pm|
Because you know you don't want to. Because you love me too much to do that. Good poem, but I hate the last two lines.
|Holly (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, April 4 2005, 02:02 pm|
Yeah, I'm guessing in the back of your mind you realise you will eventaully get out of this. Or, alternatively, the things worth lving for just outweigh the things worth dying for. Just remember most teenagers feel that way at some point. Admittedly some more than others. But you're not alone..?
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