I was addicted
To the cold knife blade piercing the delicate flesh of my wrist.
You ask why I didn’t tell you
You keep asking why I did it
Listen,
How can you judge someone if you don’t know
The Pain.
The Sorrow
The unending hell
In my addiction I felt disgusted with myself
I was falling deep inside the black
I saw no hope in my sight.
STOP ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
I was given a second chance
God Saved me.
My spirit free at last.
Now I stand here
still breathing still smiling
Listen, I’m a survivor and I can tell you that Suicide is never the answer when I tried to get help I was a subject of riticule and was told to never speak of it again. If you think that you don’t have a reason to live or a purpose think again you do your life is a flower quickly fading here today gone tomorrow. The future can only hold brightness and beauty for you. If you need to talk add me on kik my username is:
AngelWarrior16
1 comment
ooh, i love it, i love slam poetry, i was part of my slam poetry team in 9th grade actually, i’ve only written a few though, i admire anyone who can write it, it takes an incredible amount of creativity and emotion. if you have any more pieces can you share them with me?? i’ll kik you my email if you ever want to share some in private, i’d love that, but no pressure! keep writing