Do you see these scars on my arm?
I used to inflict pain, cause self harm.
Everything anyone had said to me was a lie
All I wanted was to bleed and die.

Then one day I woke up
and looked around, took a close-up
Realized I wanted to live
Too bad reality was so abrasive

Through the years
the depression progressed, reduced me to tears
I was empty inside
I felt I had already died

Then my friends came along
they picked me up, made me strong
I looked around, like hell had scorned [me]
Life had changed
I had reformed

there will always be people
who think better than you
who sing better
write better poems
why does this make me want to erase everything
and not simply
get better
or why not even
just be satisfied
and appreciate
that which i don't have
i am
selfish

facebook messages
blinking at me
angrily
read me
they say
say something back
they scream
but i don't want to talk to
any of you
mostly because
i don't know
what to do
about anything
anymore
stop asking
me

every time
i am too hurt to move
or say anything
to anyone
my cat comes
and lays down on my stomach
and purrs
and looks at me
and her slitted eyes
tell me
to be ok.

hello,
my name is failure
third on the left
you might remember me from last year
yeah, i think we've met.
i'm not much different from the kid
sitting next to me
i am cat that never liked to swim
thrown in a faceless sea.
you smile at me when i answer questions
but frown when i fall asleep
you file me into a box
that you like to keep
most of my poems are about failing
or at least attempting to
i am forever intent on drowning...
but that's the one thing i can't do.