Fix

About cutting, my past fix on life.

Razor blades made too many scars,

My room is the place I'm not stuck behind bars.

Everywhere else kills me too look.

I just can't figure out, how I got hooked.

Pain stuck in memories,

I remind myself of helpless pleas.

I long for a different fix too keep me sane,

But I wonder to myself if there is such a thing.

The hard stares as if they knew.

They don't hurt me worse than all the bad news.

I stay very closed hide from everyone.

I don't let anyone in, I've decide I'm done.

I've been put through so many lies,

You can see the hurt and pain in my eyes.

It breaks hearts to figure out the truth,

I regret everything, my life is a rue.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Last line a bit bad, but it was kind of a hard poem to end. Please help me out.?

Reviews

[AllyKinzz:)]

The last line is not bad, IT FITS :D

I feel your emotion in this one, i wonder what your inspiration must have been, seems like i can relate. Its good to have someone relate to your writings. :D

Keep it up:D