Just Another Thought Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

I thought I would get better,
I hoped to feel some relief.
Hiding my scars from everyone.
The only thing I could believe.

The wounds I won't show,
The scars left too deep.
Bleeding my insides out.
My death is the last leap.

I thought of it many times,
I planned it perfectly in my mind.
I've destroyed everything.
So I wouldn't leave anything behind.

But some things can't be removed,
Some things can't be wished away.
Too difficult to let those feelings go,
But also too painful to let them stay.

This is going on for too long now,
These feelings rage in my chest.
Rendering me completely numb,
And Leaving out all the rest.