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Suicidal Baby
written by suicide_penguin07:05 PM 12/31/04I can't breathe, I'm gasping for air.
I grab for your hand, but nobody's there.
You may think I'm just playing a childosh game...
But my blood stained sleeve proves my true pain.
This is not a game, this reality is real.
I don't know how to cope so I cut my wrists to deal.
What on earth could a teenage girl my age have not going right?
Thats what you ll say.
but you come to my house, say just one night.
No one gets me, I'm lost and alone.
So i cut my skin, down to the bone.
I'm crying for help but I don't kno who to turn to.
Can anyone help me?..please tell me who?
Phsychiatrist me a**, They can't do f*** all. Then didn't pick me up when I started to fall.
Trust me I've been there before, They think it's great advice.
Sure it is, they've never cut themselves a day in their life.
No wi lay on my bathroom floor curled up in a ball, I can't take anymore.
I'm probably just another messed up teen to you.
But honestly, You have no idea what I'm going through... |
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