My Pain..

I look back at life

and wonder why me?

I pick up the knife

Why can’t they see?

All the pain they’ve caused me

deep inside

i have no more feelings…

so i run and i hide

I look at life

and i see

nothing i ever wanted

but i guess it’s just me?

The feeling of the knife

on my flesh

the feeling that just

makes me guess

No one would care

no one can see

what they mean

deep inside me!

this is yes i know a bad poem but i tried =/ it was only my 2nd poem tho so be gentle plz!!