Poor me Poor me

This poem is meant to display how our perception of the world changes as life progresses and we go through the twists on turns that are a part of being alive :)

Poor me Poor me 

I’ve got the blade in my mouth 
the blood is dripping down 
the pain I feel makes me feel alive
But the memories begin to come back 
I realize im so lost 
will I ever be found?
How selfish can I be?
poor me poor me 

Is what i have not enough
what more do I need
I have a family and I am fed
but yet my wrist are decorated with red
the blood drips and I smile
the emotional pain fades 
the physical pain settles in 
poor me poor me

Reality is drowned out 
I fall into the dark void 
My eyes are closed and I see nothing 
There is nothing anymore
The world doesn't exist 
I don’t exist 
nobody does 
poor me poor me

I lose myself 
I forget everyone else 
I'm not a child but I'm not an adult 
I'm just me 
Maybe i will disappear 
I'm forgotten and now i am cursed 
Nobody is answering my tear less cries
Poor me poor me

I fall down and don't get up 
I watch others and don't care
I think about me 
I worry about me 
Its only me me me 
My world is composed of only “me”
Nobody else exists 
Poor me poor me 

But then I found him 
Then i found her 
Then i found others and it wasn't just me 
It was us 
It is no longer I, but we
We suffer no more
Because it is we
Poor me until we 

I watch you suffer 
I watch you cry 
I understand that it was just you 
Now it is you and I 
The pain is so real 
But now it is we 
It is we and no longer me
It is we not me 

It is we against the world 
We will survive 
You and me 
Its time to cross the finish line 
We will live it out to the end 
Now its not just me 
It is more than me

Then you left
It was me 
Just me 
I'm lost now and can't be found
I thought it was we but it is just me 
I will never know we 
Poor me Poor me 

I am now drowning 
The time stops 
I drink my world away 
Life is now so fuzzy 
I fall and stumble 
I don't want to pick myself up 
Poor me Poor me 

I look in the mirror and see just me 
It's just me 
No we just me 
The blade reached my neck 
I picture the world with no me 
The darkness takes over 
There is no more me

Reviews

[MsGiggles]

Randomly stumbled upon your poem. I just wanted to say I liked the idea a lot. It has a strong message and it gets you thinking...exactly what one expects from a good poem. Great job :)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A very dark, melancholy poem...masterfully crafted. Bravo!