Every day and night
I'm dying inside
It feels empty
Nothing there, but anger and pain.
I feel stuff happening inside
Like someone has been cutting me up
But no one knows
Nobody cares.
When I close my eyes
I see blood
Thorns cut up my heart
And swords cut up my soul.
It hurts to breath
Because I'm all cut up inside
But the only time I feel relief
Is when I'm in pain.
I can never be happy again
Because the happy me is gone
And will never come back
Because of all these unhappy feelings.
But I'm dying inside and always will be forever.
*this poem is about my best friend and shes still like that and I'm getting closer to it..but I'm starting to go back to the way i was...please vote and comment.*
