Darkness Poem by Jacob wilson

</>the darkness inside me is horribly threating.
it screams for out, it causes my scars.
people say i have no pain.
i do but i cant explain. this misery inside me
, its like an awful curse
. i may not have a horrible life but somehow I’m ready to burst.
my life is good my dad sometimes ignores me
, but thats not much to say for a boy in a middle class family.
some are abused, some have deaths hanging over them.
however i don’t, yes i can be ignored,
i can be made fun of by my own family,
and yes i have been bullied. but its not much to say,
i cant explain that darkness inside me,
or why it screams for a outburst of blind cutting.
yes i slit my arms and have nothing to show for it but scars.
its a useless attempt to to sooth that darkness. yet still it screams,
I’m like a bomb ready to burst, a boy who to young to have this curse.
people laugh at these feelings, as if a boy my age is innocent,
they laugh when they are not knowing of that darkness.
they laugh when the are filled with a fake light,
a light stabilized by the misery of the miserable.
like i said i cant explain,
this may not be like a the poem that i have previously written,
it may just be words to you,
it may be a meaningless paragraph that a falsely troubled boy has written,
it may be a writing to long for you too bare. i doubt anybody cares to read this,
but i write to seize that darkness in me and not always does it come as a poetic master piece
, and so i write this in hope that someone can comprehend and relate too these feeling,
i write to silence that darkness.