lost and alone,
drowning in the sea,
stuck in this place,
no chance to be me.
I want to erupt,
destroy my own soul,
I need to do something,
to fill my deep hole.
alone in the classroom,
no support in sight,
I hold on for deer life,
to survive this lesson I fight.
nobody else in this room,
knows what hell means,
ignorant and blissful,
that’s what it seems.
I dig my teeth down,
bite into my skin,
cuz I want to cut,
to prick with a pin.
crying inside,
hiding it from the rest,
pretending I’m fine,
when I receive my failed test.
a looser, I’m doomed,
forever defeated,
I continue to drown,
till death is completed.
Having a hard time right now-REALLY hard time. And I wrote this poem when I wanted to cut but was in school and didn’t have a knife.