The ones that claim to love you give you the most misery.

I was told today to drop dead
to go away because I am annoying
I went home, shut my bedroom door
and immediately started crying
I've been told these words before
you think they would be easier to hear
Yet every time those words are said
I am consumed by my biggest fears
My emotional scars re-open
revealing a vulnerable part of me I try so hard to hide
I'm taken back to seven years ago
when my only thoughts were of suicide
I don't mean to be annoying
I can't help who I am
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
but there is no way you will forgive me is there?
This is what happens when you care so much
you tend to get hurt
This is why I build up walls
because humans are the worst
So I sit here writing this poem
on my cold bathroom floor
Letting my tears fall down my face
as I try to mend my heart that you just broke

Should never be the biggest place of judgement.

The walls are falling in again,
The walls are falling in.
I can feel them crumbling again,
I can feel them crumbling.

The air, where has the air gone?
It was here a moment ago.
The cracks have all been sealed;
The air vents refuse to blow.

And the door, wasn't there a door?
Now all I see are four walls.
There was power too, I'm sure,
And a signal so I could call.

But no, there's no way out or in,
And there's no way to escape.
The air is beginning to grow thin
And I know that I'm too late.

The walls are falling in, again;
The walls are falling in.
My own mind, the enemy
When it used to be my friend.

I'm scared for his sake,
I hope he'll be alright.
I have no idea how to help him;
Uselessness is worse than fright.
And nothing is worse
Than knowing someone you love
Is hurting from a cause
That no one, as of yet, knows of.

And my mind, in its fear
Has turned into a death chamber.
Anxiety, this is not the time
To reduce me to a human anchor.
Let me breathe and think,
Get me out of the cage my mind is,
So that I can be there for him
when the mental trap becomes his.

This is for those Who have,


Burned,
Bled,
Vomited,
Hurt,
Cried,
Died,
Lied,
Hid,
Cut,­
Pinched,
Clawed,
Punched,
Bruised,
And Hated Themselves,
Because of what other people think.

Think before you speak, Words HURT Some of us have the SCARS to PROVE IT. If you Are one of us, Know you're not alone, and you'll be okay. I know its hard, but Please... I beg you, throw the blades, pins, needles, lighters, and rubber bands away... You're loved, and like i said... you'll be okay. :)