Failed attempts

The scars are long gone
But not on my brain.
Trying to construct a perfect poem
In order to keep me sane.

What is your personal response to this poem?
What do you think to the rhyme and the rhythm?
Classroom lessons on provoking emotion,
The poet's drowning at the bottom of a river.
Shut up what a ridiculous notion.
Or is it?

Knifes leave me empty
Razors work no longer
Not because of my emotional state
Only my skin's got thicker and stronger.

Do not let your enemies see you down
Just wear you down,
Break you up
And who are your friends anyway?

The belt around my neck
Wasn't strong enough.
Tied to the curtain rail
Brought it down
Even my suicide attempts fail.

Trapped it in my wardrobe door
But it was too small
My feet touched the floor.
Couldn't put enough pressure on my neck
Couldn't trap it
Couldn't break it
Couldn't snap it.

And I can't catch this poem
The emotions so drained,
Left feeling vulnerable
Dirty and shamed.