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!!