Treasure Island

Ashley Arroyos


Why?


Why am I suicidal?
How did it all start?
Yet why hasn't anyone figured me out?

Am I covering this all to well?
My friends and family are to happy yet here I am.

It must be out of guilt, pain, maybe even for fun?

So many thoughts go through my head.
Under stress and hatred I must be going crazy.
I wonder through each cut who made it.
Crap! I now know who.
It was my enemies all along.
Due to pain and suffering I wonder when it will end.
Am I not good enough?
Laugh all you want because all of this will one day...

Infick on you.

Submitted: Friday, July 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 05, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

My enemies.The people who made me cry, hurt, andsuffer
are the ones who made me write about this.There
evilness had damaged my soul.

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7/5/13

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