Farthest from the top

by tashhh   Jul 11, 2005


A house full of people,
And yet no one sees,
The pain they bring me to,
The hurt that drops me to my knees,
The tears that I can't control,
The cutting that I can't stop,
A world full of people like me,
Yet I feel farthest from the top,
So much hurt and anger,
Bottled up inside of me,
Can't control the people,
Who just won't let me be,
Sick of even trying,
To be something I'm not,
Sick of all the crying,
Sick of wondering why,
Sick of life itself,
Yeah, I cut to try and die,
You may think this is funny,
You may think it's a lie,
But the thing that you don't get,
Is truthfully, I just want to die,
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Ugh..sorry it's like really bad and short but I don't know...bad day and shit..

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