Poezja

The feeling you get when you run your hand over your scars,
Wanting to open them again.
The feeling you get when people look down upon you,
Because you'll never be anything to them.

The feeling you get when your mother speaks,
And basically tells you you're worthless.
The feeling you get when the words echo in your head,
You're nothing, hopeless, useless.

The feeling you get when the pain never ends,
And you just want to die.
The feeling you get when you wear that smile,
When all you want to do is cry.

The feeling you get when you're tired of living,
The same lie every day.
The feeling you get when you're done with life,
Because to you, there's no reason to stay.

The feeling you get when you're just done,
Thinking of ways to end it all.
The feeling you get when you wake up,
Wondering if this is the day you will fall.

The feeling you get when you finally break,
And drag the razor across your wrist.
The feeling you get when you put your hand down,
As your blood drips from your fist.

The feeling you get when you remember,
All the words that were said.
The feeling you get when the last of you fades,
And the world finds you dead.