I'm slowly losing my patience
with the people close to me
they're suddenly different people
than I remember them to be.
They look at me with useless eyes
as if they don't know who I am
I can't believe the look they have
when I look back at them.
I don't think they realize
how much this hurts my heart
to see the people close to
trying to rip me apart.
They don't know that they do it
and I wish they'd open their eyes
to realize all the pain they cause
and stop their ruthless lies.
I can't talk to them about this
for they don't believe my words
they think I'm screwing with their head
and I don't think that I'm heard.
I could scream all day and night
within the last breath of my life
but not a single sound is heard
as I pick up this sharp knife.
But I'm too afraid to do
what my mind is screaming inside
my heart does tell me otherwise
as I sit here and cry.
I do the only thing I can
I sit with a pen and write
to try and get things off my mind
to try and make things right.
I tell the story of my life
and things I'm going through
to keep me from something stupid
something I don't want to do.
I've thought of it several times
what this sharp knife could do
to get me off this retched earth
but I don't want to hurt you.
Although I've lost my patience
with these people close to me
I would never take my life
or from my problems flee.
This poem is almost over
and I've worked my problem out
all because of this black pen
I no longer need to shout.

 
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