sometimes

sometimes I want to die
others don’t know why
he doesn’t know why
but if he asks me I will reply
look in the mirror dumbass


sometimes i like to be dark
other don’t know why
he knows what he did
he destroyed me but
he is a boy he doesn’t understand


sometimes I like to cut myself
others don’t understand
but he will figure it out
he made everyone miserable
everybody loves him he’s just clueless


sometimes I like to write poetry
it help relieve my pain
I write when I can’t cut
when i am surrounded by people
and can’t find a blade


sometimes I want to trust
but I can’t let them in
I am small and i am weak
I can’t block them from the inside
I can’t defend myself

[font=Times New Roman]sometimes I  need his touch
just to be close to him
but i know that he will never want me
he doesn’t know that
he will be the death of me


sometimes i am scared
never knowing what happens next
never knowing if there is a tomorrow
to look forward to
no shining sun to brighten my life


sometimes i want to be loved
but i know that will never happen
who could love someone like me
narcissist are clueless
or are they confident


sometimes i want to be happy
but i don’t know how anymore
always worried that someone will hurt
what feeling i have left and make it numb
just like the rest of me


sometimes i need to be held
by anyone who can get the job done
but i can’t get alone with someone
long enough to get the job done
so i let people touch me


sometimes i need revenge
the rage inside me needs out
but i have never hurt anyone
cutting helps heal the memory
but the scars are there forever


sometimes i need to be honest
with myself and everyone
yes i am happy i say weeping inside
no of course i am NOT depressed
bullshit is my specialty


sometimes i want to die
but no one understands
he doesn’t understand
but when i am gone just know always
that i love you nothing will change that[/font]