Well, I thought I started a thread with my poetry in it but I guess I was wrong. Its not too advanced and great, but it's my release. Hope you guys like...
Down.. down the rabbit hole I go.
Where I will stop, no one knows.
You know how they talk about hitting rock bottom?
I guess this is how it goes.
My heart feels as if it is tumbling around in my body.
Every time I look in the mirror, I almost vomit at the sight of me.
I feel repulsive, grungy.
Because now I've finally noticed all the dirty needles and pipes around me.
This isn't how a teenager is supposed to be.
I hate these things going on in my head.
I feel clinicly insane,
I feel.... crazy.
The people around me make me not care whether I live or die.
If they don't know I exist, then why try.
Why should I cry?
Will it make me feel better if I drain out the tears like a murder victim's blood?
Well let me fill you in on something that you may not know.
You can't cry when you feel as numb as I do.
I have cried so much already,
So I feel as if all my emotions are spilled out onto the floor.
There can't be any more.
You may be wondering why these words are being written.
I tell you in confidence that if you repeat this you won't be forgiven.
I warn you my stories are not for the ones with fragile hearts.
The whole story lies deep beneath where all the memories start.
Sometimes it feels as if my whole life has been ripped apart.
It all begins because he simply doesnt love me back.
Then, I feel as if I'm not good enough, and that is when the demons attack.
I lay on this cold pavement hoping for just a speck of light to brighten the rest of my way.
But it doesnt matter what they say,
my soul has been ripped out.
It has been taken away.
Sounds around me fade as I slip into the darkness where his face is hiding,
and take this needle from my flesh.
When I get to a better place I will just be ready for what's ahead of me.
I wont worry about the rest.
The letter in my hand is more harder to hold on to,
and as I get weaker I realize this is for the best.