Don'T You See? Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Don't you see?
My life is
A living
Disaster.

Don't you see?
My black eye
Keeps on
Reappearing like
Houdini.

Don't you see?
The blood on
My face,
My arms,
My cross.

Don't you see?
My music
Up so loud
So you can't
Hear me crying
Away my pain.

Don't you see?
The eyeliner
Caked on my
Cheeks from crying.

Don't you see?
My life
Spinning out
Of control;
Too hard to go on.

Don't you see?
Can you see
It now?
Can you see
ME now?

Look at me! !
Baggy eyes,
Bruised face,
Bloodshot eyes,
Tear-stained
Face.

Look at me! !
Gothy clothes,
Black eyeliner,
Black nails reflecting
The soul.

No, look at me! !
My voice almost
Gone-just
Like I am;
And so much
Blood everywhere,
Scarred up arms,
Bullet to the head,
Rivers of blood
Pouring from my
Pleading eyes.

If you could see
Then and got
Me help,
Everything would
Be O.K.

But you turned
A blind eye
To the naked
Truth;
And now it's
Too late to
Fix it.

Don't you see?
See me in
This suffocating
Coffin.

Don't you see?
See me going
Into the ground
As my final
Resting place.

Of course you see me now;
you want to hold
The memory
Of me;
Not a very good
One,
I might say.

The last time
You saw me
I was pleading to
You in my
Pool of
Blood;
Dying more
Every plead
I made to
You.