This is about my life awhile ago. Not now but a little while ago when I went through a lot of things. Poetry was just one of the things that stuck with me and got me through.
One thousand knives stick into me,
All invisible, see through,
One thousand things flow through my brain, Alone, I can’t see you,
One thousand people pass by me,
Strangers, forgivers,
One thousand people speak to me,
Go on get help, we can save you,
You see I have already done that,
It has already happened,
No matter how drugged I am,
Life is just a big relentless satin.
My world crashes around me,
With every pill I take,
Fighting just goes on,
I think I might break.
One thousand things happen every day,
Things I can’t handle,
Things just become a big bundle.
My heart beat feels fake,
Why would it beat for me,
I am worthless and helpless,
Nobody speaks to me.
Why must you care for me,
Why do I have my soul,
Just get away from me,
I don’t need to be hold.
If I pull through,
I don’t know if I will,
It’s all up to my soul.
Just don’t hold me.
Don’t help me,
I need to do this on my own,
Days will get better,
I know they will,
Days will be worse
I know they will.
Just let the
one thousand things pass by me
Let me do it on my own.
I need to learn how to get through
Without someone to hold.
