Whenever i am here,
i feel like i shouldn't be
lost in this world of horrible frights
nothing now can end these fights
the fights i see inside of me
the fights i battle within me
the fights because i hate myself
the fights because i can't stand me
so as i hold my razor blade
and as i hold it tight
i remember all these stupid fights
and start to put my life at ease
so now
as i am lying in my crimson red blood
just remember
don't be sad and sorry for me
this is what i wanted to do
my only option
the only choice i had
with a dad that beats me
and a mum that doesn't care
please tell me world
what more could you expect of me???
Excellent poem once again, keep on writing you are very good, I am sorry you have such a hard time I loved the last stanza a lot, keep writing and I hope things get better for you
