It's for the best...

My eyes are swollen

My body is numb

I'm ugly,I'm a liar,I'm stupid, I'm dumb

I'm a terrible child,they all can see

I want to take them out their misery

so I let my wrist bleed,and hang my head

I sleep with my knife, as I rest in my bed

I dream of black butterflies, they bleed in the sky

their wings are torn they want to cry

I know how they feel,I just want to run

so I put down my knife and pick up a gun

I know I'm not wanted, I  know they won't cry

The metal is cold, I can't wait to die.

Reviews

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I can relate very well to the feeling of being unwanted or being trapped and unloved. It feels as though the world doesn't need you and no one does or ever will care for you. Engulfed in this imagery one builds up a wall and with than an illusion is painted. Sometimes, we are just at a point in our life where we do not understand the actions of another and it feels like we are just getting in the way.

It is a terrible way to live, and creates a fear that stays forever. It doesn't really go. You have explained the feelings excellently. The rhyme really works well and the intention of what she wants to do and her belief in reasoning comes across very well. A great write. I hope that whoever this is written about feels much better, they world with them is a better place..