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A boy holding a blade to his wrist Pondering on whether he should lacerate his skin.......... who wants me here? who cares about me? who accepts me for who i am? Nobody so why sit around to pretend i'm ecstatic about life when i am being contused? Contused about having rainbows in my brain getting beat by my dad he says hes going to beat me until all i know is straight straight mind until i stand straight until i am straight i thought he loved me i thought he accepted me for who i am i have been abandoned by the ones i thought was friends unaccepted by churches treated differently by teachers i have been referred to as "it" numerous of times at times i feel unusual , like i'm not human....   Society dosen't care Friends Family Teachers they don't care When i am lying on the floor blood leaking from my cut s my body has discontinued the flow of oxygen and blood when i am cadaverous , deceased, vanished    that's when people will start felling attritional that's when people will understand But its to late for that. i am dead because you couldn't open your eyes and realize what i was going through I wanted to know you understood me before my life was non-extant
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
Nobody Cares
A boy holding a blade to his wrist Pondering on whether he should lacerate his skin.......... who wants me here? who cares about me? who accepts me for who i am? Nobody so why sit around to pretend i'm ecstatic about life when i am being contused? Contused about having rainbows in my brain getting beat by my dad he says hes going to beat me until all i know is straight straight mind until i stand straight until i am straight i thought he loved me i thought he accepted me for who i am i have been abandoned by the ones i thought was friends unaccepted by churches treated differently by teachers i have been referred to as "it" numerous of times at times i feel unusual , like i'm not human....   Society dosen't care Friends Family Teachers they don't care When i am lying on the floor blood leaking from my cut s my body has discontinued the flow of oxygen and blood when i am cadaverous , deceased, vanished    that's when people will start felling attritional that's when people will understand But its to late for that. i am dead because you couldn't open your eyes and realize what i was going through I wanted to know you understood me before my life was non-extant
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
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