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May 2016
Wishful
I wish I could cut.
It is like an addiction.
Like you are addicted to drugs-
I wish I could die.
I'm so ashamed,
sad,
hurt,
used,
stressed-
Never to be the same.
I will never be able to forgive myself-
For what I have done to many loved ones-
I am sorry for all the lies-
I feel ugly,
fat,
worthless-
The voices are getting LOUDER!
GO AWAY!
GO!
I need to cut, need to die-
Need to sleep, get away from everything.
Dream of what I want-
What I need-
What I long for-
2015
Arreonna Frost
Written by
Arreonna Frost  24/F/Westerville, OH
(24/F/Westerville, OH)   
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