I’m completely numb from this hurt I got .
A nice sharp blade with hit the spot.
The blood stream down my arm ,deeper I bleed.
The more it will succeed.
I wrote it out in poetry ,
But it doesn’t help the numb feeling mentally.
Am I not worthy of good things.
I want happiness instead I get stings.
I give back and give so much loyalty than anyone I know.
But here I am watching my own tears flow .
No one cares about me ,I’m here for you they say .
But they flee .
I sit here shaking like a homeless in the winter’s snow.
I’m just so dissociated to even know.
Am I walking in real life or am I sleeping ?
Do I need a sharp knife.
I want to feel this numbness go away .
My hearts hurting and the urge us here to stay .
Why do I find happiness in the blade ,
Waking up from the devastating life is the greatest trade .
I want to feel real and feel alive again
,I’m just scared alone that she’ll act me with the blade deep within.
About the Creator
PoeticallyPurple24
I’m told I have a natural gift so let’s see how meaningful it really is !🥰
I used writing as a coping mechanism to get me through hardships in life .My goal is to become a poet that will change the world .I hope you can see my gift shine .
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I like the fact that the narrator is leading an internal monologue, at the same time understanding that their situation is dangerous but also afraid. It's very honest.