Since I've been dead.
It's been so easy,
hiding the cuts from the world,
and never letting them know how much it really hurts.
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The Shadow of Regret
Clings on to your guilt like a lonely ghost wandering without a home
Making you numb to the point of no return
It steals things that once brought joy
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Dear school I hate you,
I hate how you make me wake up every morning already dreading the day ahead,
I hate how lonely and numb you make me feel,
crowding me with people who don't even know me,
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The green of leaves fade into a murky brown like the color of boredom as time passes by.
I wait and wait for little change and yet I always seem stuck as the same.
But then the truth unravels in heaps, change does not come at a wish.
It comes from actions and repeated failures, it comes in gushes like a river.
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Why do I hate myself?
Why do I cry at the little things about my body?
Why do I think too hard about things that are 'just jokes'?
Why am I like this.
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I don't like looking in the mirror, but my mind tells me I have to.
So I do,
I stand there looking at the mirrored me.
An image of what I want to be,
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Lwk just trying to write poems.)
Since I Survived
Since I've been dead.
It's been so easy,
hiding the cuts from the world,
and never letting them know how much it really hurts.
People don't see the pain I hide,
They don't know me,
They won't know me,
Not even at my funeral.
I reach for the knife
and the cut bleeds,
and afterwards I'm numb
I feel liberated,
for a time.
Until I remember how I'm alive
and now I've got to hide them.
It's not better,
the scars are a symbol of how it's worse.
It never stops, it never leaves me alone,
its always there in the dark
Watching, waiting
For when I'm most vulnerable.
The blade glitters through the still emptiness
calling my name,
whispering sweet words and lies,
and I find I can't resist the temptation.
And so goes the cycle of self harm.
My cycle of self harm.
I give up! I give up I yell at last,
as the darkness envelops me once again.
The blade now sitting at my neck,
threatening my life as I regret.
I regret it all the pain the lies,
As I resign to knowing
This was my life.
I close my eyes, thinking peace at last,
But wait..
A flickering light?
My mind returns
As it starts to get brighter
I hear the sound of a machine
And a faint faraway voice, I hear someone calling
The light pours in as I open my eyes.
I feel myself escaping from this hell-like place
How long has it been?
Since I was stuck in that god-awful prison,
Trapped with my regrets.
But it's okay
None of that matters right now
I finally have that freedom long hungered for.
As I sit up and clearly see all my family surrounding me.
I understand what has to happen,
how I have to live,
and so I do.
So I won't have to utter those words ever again,
I haven't cut again,
I don't hide the scars anymore either,
I let people know what I survived.
Not since I've been dead.
Since I survived.
We grow up not understanding the concept of grieving until tragedy strikes. For some it may come earlier than others and it's important to understand the reality of the situation, then move on.
Sometimes I can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling right now but all I can say is that it hurts a lot. Because whether you try to or not you will never know the hell that goes on inside my head. And that's just the cold, hard truth.