[Please Don't Judge Me.]
Mixed up
Want to give up, I'd risk it all
Just for the relief, to let myself go
Its winter, I can hide it
Under my clothes it wouldn't show
A deep red mark down my arm
The sight of the blood making me scream
Dripping down my arm, I startle
So real, But only a dream
I have tried so very hard
Not to give up and be strong for you
I thought I would ruin it if I did it
Unlike you, I thought it through
I'm deprived of my writing
Didn't know how hard it would be
No-one to praise or relate to
Turning it round so the problem is me
I don't miss the cuts or sores
Believe me, I'm really trying
But I'm so close to the edge
And the tool is there, Like a cure for my crying.
I can see the tools, so evil and bad
Its tempting to give up and all
Then I think of the strong consequences
If they don't know, Alone I will fall
I don't want to drag them down with me
Sliding further into darkness
Alone and scared, Nothing to smile for
Getting lost in nothingness
I should really round this off
Like I usually do
But for me, This is not the end
And I want this poem to be true.
© LisaKD