Life’s Crisis
doctors shove pills down my throat
but I stay quiet, scared to rock the boat
saying there’s no way to fix me
so they end up breakin’ me
I’m fakin’ every part of me
hopin’ someone’ll see
and maybe set me free
tired of being watched with those beady eyes
and im so sick of hearing all the lies
they tell me not to cry
but I wanna curl up and die
tryna to get by
as I silently wonder why
im losing my sanity
to everyone’s vanity
and humanity
Im stuck in a dark place
and makeup covers my face
but I cry it all away
from the pain through the day
and I bottle it up inside
until I find a place to hide
i try to remember who lives beneath my mask
but instead I pull out a flask
cuz to remember is too hard of a task
and I try to ask
what happened to my life
as they hold their steely knife
telling me I’ll never be a wife
my dreams, they don’t matter
my mind full of clatter
as I hear everyone chatter
they Say i need to be thinner
so I skip my dinner
tryna be a winner
but feeling like a sinner
trying to fit this image that everyone wants
but I feel like a hollow ghost that haunts
cuz this being just cannot
So I’ve given it my best shot
I’ve given it all I got
but I’m given in
I know I can’t win
I cut up and down my arms
feeling peace in self harm
I really did try
but I must say goodbye
for soon I’ll die
and leave you wondering why
So I’ll grab a rope or knife
and without another world I’ll end my life
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Comments
I wonder if there's some subliminal significance for your using the term, "beaty eyes" rather than "beady eyes", Bookworm?
Perhaps the protagonist in your poem was ruthlessly beaten on a regular basis.
Or, you simply misspelled the word.
Interesting rhyme scheme ya came up with here.
Mostly end rhyme although I did notice some occasional internal rhyme as well.
Yet another EMO/cutter poem, as it turns out.
I've done some cutting, but not on myself.
Nicely penned—a good contemporary freestyle poem.
~Dean ♥♫?♫♥
Ooops...my bad... I was laughing so hard cuz I just noticed this... lol
i’ll correct it now. I usually write dark and grim poetry about death so this was in my zone but also different for me because it didn’t have the ghosts and seeing dead people thing or losing their mind... I still think it turned out pretty good tho. Thanks for the comment.
Ps.
what did you mean by cutting others??
No worries, that's what we're here for. Even the very best writers have editors, lol.
I write a lot about death, darkness and all things morbid myself.
I'm not sure that I've ever received a review from you on my own writing, however.
Anyhow, we write what we know, yes?
Keep up the good work.
~Dean ;)
I’ll make sure to check out your works then. And I’m not writing what I know in all honesty... I’m just writing in perspective. I think of very morbid things but I live a pretty decent life. I don’t really know how I got this dark side. I kinda relish in it tho.