Why Me?

Bloody Wrists, Bloody Thighs,
Sometimes I just want to die.

Pull out the scale, Throw out the food,
This will affect my entire mood.

You see my wrists, You seem concerned,
But I know you'll stab me once my back is turned.

When asked if I'm ok,
Ten thousand miseries come to mind,
But I still whisper two simple words, "I'm Fine"

Reviews

[Elmarie]

Tragic to be in such a dark space. I felt this poem was a fantastic expression of this state of mind. Poetry can be so powerful. I have just rediscover. The helpless addictions of the sorrowful mind, once it takes over it is hard to see the glimpses of sunlight through the darkest hours. Self harm is another desperate outcry of the crystal pure soul to brake free from the pain. Keep writing you have a gift.

[Grey Evanescent]

Yes, sometimes I just sit in our backyard, stare in to the sky and shout to the world "WHY THE EF IS IT ME?"
But no words ever reached my ear, just the flapping of birds and the whisper of winds. Then I realized that sometimes we cannot reach out the world for answers of certain questions. We must reach in within us.
Why? Because it's you.

Nice piece, you used the right rhyming words and made it into a masterpiece of heaped up emotions.

Good work! :D
Keep calm and loooove writing!!!

P.S. Never give up even if the world trample upon you, that's what I tell myself everyday and I'm still alive, I guess it worked.

[Aprilpup]

This is basically me......

[Aprilpup]

This is basically me......