This is Me

by Meika   Apr 13, 2017


This is me, this is who I am. Wish to mark my arm, but not with pen. Use my arm like an etch a sketch, cut the lines to make me pay for it. Feel the pain like a pain reliever. A sharp blades never a deciever. Wanna cry, wanna scream, wanna shout it out. Only dream to just cut it out. The pain I feel I can't live without. See that face so innocent, see those eyes cry "no mommy, please don't leave". Can't describe what I feel inside, wish to run, wish to hide. Its never enough, I'm never enough. So please don't ask if I'm ok, I don't wanna lie, I don't wanna say. Don't worry...I'll get some help...someday.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Ren

    Such a raw, open, and heart wrenching write that takes me back to many dark times of my past. You express yourself so vividly and honestly, and describe the subject of your poem so well and creatively. I'm so sorry you are experiencing such a hard and sad time. Those dark clouds that find us and linger over our heads, covering us in darkness, can let out the heaviest and coldest rain...drenching us in dangerous, suffocating emotions. Just remember, after a dark and heavy storm, the sun always seems to find a way to re-emerge and bring us back into the light. I hope you find peace and healing, hon! Much love to you!