“It’s dying, It’s dying!” They all cry,
Your heart got far too close to mine,
And now it’s ripping, breaking inside,
My body breathes a sigh of relief as it’s time.
I can hear it in the wind, I can feel it on my skin,
“Just one more time, you’ll feel much better ” I can’t let these voices in.
“Please don’t desert us, we were always there for you,
On those lonely nights when you were lost and didn’t know who to turn to.
Self harm? No harm! What harm can it do? They take me away cause they know it hurts you.”
Now she’s creeping up behind me and whispering in my ear.
“Weak, failure, fat, loser, why didn’t you stop and listen to me sooner?”
The food that just left my mouth is calling for the toilet in distress, For my fingers to slide down my throat and fill it with some fresh waste to go streaming down it in floods of self hate and helplessness.
You stop choking for air and start choking for fun. Friends? What friends? They’re all long gone.
Look at me I’m just so lonely, so lonely and confused,
My body’s weak, I cannot sleep I’v got nothing to lose,
I drag my body down to the river this is my last release,
My soul it shatters, My body crumbles, piece by piece by piece.
(This poem was written by me. I have not copied this from any others and claim all contents of it to be my own work.)
3 comments
if you like poetry, you should read impulse by ellen hopkins
This is definatly poetry slam material!
Thank you kindly, I’m just trying to get how I’m feeling across to people.