Careful what you wish for you just might get it
you just might end up dead
if you let it in your head
lifes a puzzle
it doesn't come with a muzzle
Just the pieces to mine are lost
and to buy more comes with a cost
I have to be healthy to work for you
I have to give up cutting too
I have to stop and look fine
but it doesn't help if my arms have lines
I have made lots over the years
its not just what it appears
they come and go
shortening my ego
I say I am fine and okay
but I dont think I could last another day
I want to disappear but not die
I want to say hello but instead say goodbye
I dont get it?
Im not the only one
who says their done
I am not trying kill myself
just trying to figure out my inner self
how am I supposed to find help
if everyone's walking away?
I cant always be on display...
~ Nom ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an outlet you express. This forum is perfect for going through your pain. Hold on, its sooo worth it. ;)