Ill never be free

by megan   Oct 21, 2004


I cut till I bleed.
And I scream inside.
All alone.
No one home.
I am hurt.
And I drone.
What I feel.
Is so unreal.
So I smoke.
Or take a toke.
Till its gone.
From my mind.
There is no one.
I can find.
To help me.
Work it out.
I always have.
Too much doubt.
People scream.
Always at me.
What they don't know.
Is what they don't see.
I hide who I am.
And always scam.
I don't want people to know.
I hate who I am.
I don't want people to see.
That I hate being me.
That Ill never be free!

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  • 20 years ago

    by Mustardhart

    Megan, it is so terrible you have to go thru all this. I just hope you are ok. This is a nice piece though painful even in reading.