The Pain

The pain i felt i didn't deserve,
i did nothing wrong,
the things i felt made me ill,
and tore apart my heart.

I buried the pain deep inside,
with anything sharp that i could find,
i covered the slashes so nobody could see,
just how the world was treating me.

No one came to my rescue,
my whole world caved in,
i slowly sunk in to a box,
and wouldn't let anyone in.

My life had hit a standstill,
and it wouldn't restart,
i curled up in my bed,
whilst the pain tore me apart.

All the pain that i felt,
meant nothing to me,
because the thing that really mattered,
was that i had lost the real me.

I was enclosed in a body,
that was always full of pain,
i felt like the body i lost,
was never coming back again.

The pain became unbearable,
and my life, one big strain,
i felt it was time to end it all,
as i no longer wanted pure pain.

I would pray to the angels,
and all the god's above,
that one day soon i could join them,
and finally be happy up above.

I grasped a handful of tablets,
and a sharp razor blade,
but i stopped myself from doing it,
as i felt that things would change.