I've said before that poetry writing is very cathartic, as many will agree. Something about putting my feelings into little verses is healing. I've been down again so I've written some more poems, check them out!
Cutting is a game that I'm winning,
Olympic silver medals adorned with red ribbons.
check out my trophies,
I take them everywhere with me,
always up my sleeves.
Crying Is a sport I excel in,
I always score a diving header straight into my pillow,
that's a 1-nil to my tears.
Pain is my reward for each win,
another trophy,
another goal scored.
Life is a game,
but I don't want to play anymore.
it's not fun,
I can't win this one.
The world turns faster than i want it to,
Days pass and years go on by.
I have no room to breathe,
No time to stop and heave.
I hold my breath each day and get dizzier with each moment,
The world passes me by as I look out of the window of my mind.
Stop the ride and let me get off,
Before I get motion sickness.
It's too much to take in,
It's too much to handle.
Now I'm 16, 17, 18.
Please slow down,
I can't hold on anymore.
My knuckles are white and my fingers are sore,
Trying to grapple on before I fall.
Life is not fair and it never will be,
It shows no mercy but I would beg either way.
With only naivety and immaturity,
The child inside wants to cry.
Now with experience and maturity,
The adult wants to die.
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