Don't tell me, until you...

by Tangible heartache   Aug 16, 2008


Don't tell me if I just listen, you can help,
Just look at my past and you will know,
That no one can help me even if they try,
Because these scars will forever show,

Don't say you can make the pain go away,
Don't you think I've tried?!
Think of all the nights I thought about death,
And every single night that I cried,

Don't tell me you can dry all my tears,
Because you will just make more fall,
No one can help me, no one can,
And they are the ones who hurt me most of all,

Don't tell me you can stop my heartache,
Because you're the one who's ripping me apart,
Telling me lies, and saying you can stop it,
And saying that you can mend this old scarred heart,

Don't tell me something you don't know,
Because you've never held a knife like me,
Contemplated suicide,
And saying you can see the things I see,

Have you ever sat in your room?
All night and cried?
Wishing it could all end?
And hoping you just died?

Have you ever seen blood fall down your wrist?
Ever tried cutting till you were numb?
Ever tried taking pills just to get life by?
Just because you were depressed and dumb?

Ever gone for a walk in the rain?
Just so no one sees your tears?
Ever faked a smile and a laugh?
Just so no one sees your pain through the years?

Ever sat in your room, all alone?
Crying yourself to sleep at night?
Or just sat there thinking?
Wondering if anything will ever be right?

Ever gone to school, and be laughed at?
And no one wanted to talk to you?
Because you were depressed and emo?
Ever gone to the bathroom, and tried something new?

Have you ever thought of jumping?
Just to end the pain and your life?
Try and make it all end at once?
Cause nothing could end it, not the knife?

Have you ever told people it was all okay?
But inside you wanted to tell them your pain?
And say everything else is a lie?
And ask them to end this depressing game?

So shut up, you could never help,
Until you've seen things like me,
Held a knife, cried, wishing death,
And see the pain inside like me,

Wait till you experience it,
And then you will know,
That no one could help me,
Wait for it all to show.

Written by Makalah Aug. 16, 2008

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