How Would You Know? ? - Poem by Suicidal Sara
How would you know what it is like to be me?
I suggest you shut your mouth until you can finally see.
My life is not as easy as some pose it to look you don't know the half of it how many tears that smile took.
Everyday to me is like a whirlwind has struck through it should make it better, but it's worse talking to you.
I have a varity of tragedies each one day by day 'You need to stop right now! ' is all I hear you say.
Well if you fucking knew, how it is to cry to sleep, you wouldn't poke your fingers, and tell me it's too deep.
There are reasons why I cut my skin, explanations there are none you cannot tell me not to do it, for once you start it has begun.
The never ending habit that will ever taint my life, for I will always get an urge, and the glimmer of a knife.
Just tell me one thing, have you ever attempted suicide?
Was there ever times for nothing hours were spent cried?
Ever had a fear that no one was around?
Screamed so fucking hard there was blood on the ground?
Ever went for days without looking people in the eye, do you have a special place where you can sit and cry?
Are you scared pf people beating you, or yelling in you face, there's no where you can go, when you just need your space.
Now you look me in the eye and do not say a word, don't tell me not to cut myself, cause that's all I've ever heard.
If you still think it's your place to judge what I do.
You can shut your fuckin mouth because you just have no clue....
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