Staying Alive

A survivor is what I'm called

But they don't realize that I'm about to fall.

Five years of misery.

Five years of pain.

Five years of hating myself too much to say my name.

I tell myself that I'll be alright, 

but I still feel like ending my life.

"I feel fine" I said.

I haven't been sad in months.

"I won't date" I said.

Girls cause this affliction. 

They tear your heart into shreds.

So why do I feel so alone and empty?

Empty, but yet so full.

Full of hate and anger at myself.

I tried to put these razors on the shelf

but the skin looks so empty.

Is this misery through existence?

Or sanity through depression?

Author's Note

I said I'd write happier poems. Guess not.

Reviews

[micky]

This is a piece close to home. I never liked the positive crap prefer the dark side:] This piece is wonderful
and I am sure if you let out the emotion that you will find you feel better, there is no point to trying to be all smiles when you dying on the inside!