galigator8509
Active member
Depression tears away at me, breaking me down.
The one soul thing, that I cant get around.
To me I see no light, thats shines from the end.
Carrying around a weight others cant comprehend.
I cry every night, about things so small.
My eyes burn, colored red, sitting against the wall.
People dont care, just tell me I overreact.
What do they know, their lifes are intact.
Cutting my skin, is my only release.
For once in my life, I just want to feel peace.
The scars that heal, will always remain.
A deep reminder, of all of my pain.
I pour large amounts of salt on my skin.
Then lay on the ice, as the burning begins.
Causing a pain, that makes things real.
Red, darkened burns that take forever to heal.
I starve myself, because im fat.
I want my stomach to look sickly flat.
I run until my body shakes.
It helps slip my mind, of all my mistakes.
I take on abuse laid on me by my mother.
I wonder why she doesnt attack any other.
Whether it be the fists that hit me in certain parts.
Or the verbal words she says, that rip at my heart.
Suicidal thoughts race around in my head.
No one would even notice, if I was dead.
My life would be better, and not slowly drag.
Id be wrapped up in a warm body bag.
The sad thing is, im too afraid to die.
If I wasnt, id already be in the heavenly sky.
Raising above, to the golden gates.
Where past family I love, patiently waits.
But Im left on this earth, with no one by my side.
To fight a battle I cant win, but at least able to say I tried.
Im far from strong, can barely make it through.
I just wish someone was there, show me what to do.
The one soul thing, that I cant get around.
To me I see no light, thats shines from the end.
Carrying around a weight others cant comprehend.
I cry every night, about things so small.
My eyes burn, colored red, sitting against the wall.
People dont care, just tell me I overreact.
What do they know, their lifes are intact.
Cutting my skin, is my only release.
For once in my life, I just want to feel peace.
The scars that heal, will always remain.
A deep reminder, of all of my pain.
I pour large amounts of salt on my skin.
Then lay on the ice, as the burning begins.
Causing a pain, that makes things real.
Red, darkened burns that take forever to heal.
I starve myself, because im fat.
I want my stomach to look sickly flat.
I run until my body shakes.
It helps slip my mind, of all my mistakes.
I take on abuse laid on me by my mother.
I wonder why she doesnt attack any other.
Whether it be the fists that hit me in certain parts.
Or the verbal words she says, that rip at my heart.
Suicidal thoughts race around in my head.
No one would even notice, if I was dead.
My life would be better, and not slowly drag.
Id be wrapped up in a warm body bag.
The sad thing is, im too afraid to die.
If I wasnt, id already be in the heavenly sky.
Raising above, to the golden gates.
Where past family I love, patiently waits.
But Im left on this earth, with no one by my side.
To fight a battle I cant win, but at least able to say I tried.
Im far from strong, can barely make it through.
I just wish someone was there, show me what to do.
