Self Infliction

by EpithetPoet   Nov 27, 2004


I line my eyes
With blackest black
So my feelings of pain
Will never come back

I cover my wrists
With cheap bracelets
To hide the wounds
No one would get

I cover myself
With baggy clothes
So my self infliction
Never shows

I listen to the music
My mom deems demonic
She just doesnt understand
It was not mine to pick

People ask me
If I'm ok
"I'm just tired"
I would always say

People dont understand
Why i am this way
I know as much as them
I question it everyday

I cannot help
Being who i am
I'm sorry if i puzzle you
You'll just never understand...

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