Who cares reallyA Poem by Krista
After all these years of life
I wish just to hide forever and sleep forever. Not live another day Just want everything gone from my mind, I wish to be normal, but what even is that? The voices screaming in my head "your such a screw up! " "you can't do anything right" The number of people telling me to just end it? Countless. The number of people who care? I could probably count on one hand sadly. Showing friendship is not something many feel like doing anymore. The voices say nobody cares but I hope they are wrong. If I died would anybody notice? If I ended up in a coma from listening to the voices would my friends come to see me? Doubtful. My family is online I have few true friends, but one is all I need really. The one person to understand to listen and say "don't listen. I really do care." Every broken promise equals more pain and hurt. Another reason to continue with the plans I made short time back. I'm not scared of death, I would often welcome it with open arms. I would no longer have to feel the hurt, the pain would be gone. Would there be consquence ? You left me hanging again and again, acting liked you care then disapearing for no reason. Just shows that few really do care. That if I was gone tonight you wouldn't even know! The blood running down my arms, you don't see it but will soon enough. For everyone who hurt me there will be a new mark and more blood spilled
© 2017 KristaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 7, 2017 AuthorKristaPAAboutMy name is Krista. I'm 27 years old. I have an eating disorder and am a cutter. I'm also depressed most of the time a very negative out look on life. more..Writing
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