I get hit everyday
Even on the ones that still hurt
My mom listens to a man
That makes me call him dad
She won't understand
What pain I'm going through
I'd be better off dead.
I have scars everyday
That I can never hide
They show so easily
So now I regret everyone of those scars
All those memories can't die
Not even the memorable pain
Because they hurt when they go too far.
I hear voices everyday
They tell me to take the suffering
I want to take that route
But something else is wanting me to try
I can't explain it but htat it's a strong force
That keeps suckind me in
Now I have a knife and I'm ready to die.
©Copyright: Libby Legris
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