this poem is rather personal so if you done like it please don't be rude...
although I'm young
I have feelings too
feelings so deep
they cut into my skin
who knew something so painful,
could be the way out
of my broken heart and shattered dreams
I try to hide my pain with sleeves,
my way of escaping becomes a rumor
among the cruelness around me we call people
now my way of escaping becomes a stereotype
they call me a name I severly dislike
just thinking about the word and its meaning
makes me want to escape even more
my way of escaping differs from last time
it doesn't hurt because I'm so numb
I know what I'm doing but can't feel a thing
the numbness inside me freezes the surface
I see the blood run but don't know what I've done
the blood keeps coming,
why didn't it stop?
I start to feel dizzy and realize what I've done
I fall over weak and no longer numb
I lay, knowing what's happening and trying to think
of what I'm being punished for
but then I realize
that this is no punishment
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