I’m so scared With my trembling hand I can’t seem to make any sense out of my life The pain is too great I can’t control anything anymore I can’t live like this anymore The razorblade to my wrist The gun pointed at my head I’ve got to die There is no other way I’ve got to leave behind this wretched world I can’t find the love I’m searching for I like the feel of mutilating my skin My arm likes the sting I like the pain I love the pain I’ve become addicted too But nobody will answer me Nobody has heard my calls I can’t live like this I belong in the cemetery. E.B.
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