Its hard to write a poem,
When your feeling nothing inside,
No feelings or emotions,
When all you want to do is hide.
Its hard to smile a smile,
When all you seem to do is cry,
Smiling these fake smiles,
Just reminds me I'm living a lie.
It hurts when you have enemy's,
Ones that wish death upon you,
Maybe if they felt the pain you feel,
Then maybe they would understand,
Maybe they would of knew.
When all you try to do is live,
Get your life over and done with,
But people just don't seem to let you,
Its like trying to catch tears with a cooking siv.
Its unfair for people to judge you,
Without even knowing your life,
Sad when people found out,
And teased you about that knife.
And you all still wonder why,
Why did she turn to the blade?
Why did she slit her wrist?
Why did her smiles fade?
She just wants to be left by herself,
Left alone in the dark,
But you just wont seem to leave her there,
And you still feel confused about all her scars.
Just leave her to be by herself,
Leave her with the knife
Let me down to rest,
Let me end my pain,
My life.
