Lonely

[Mannequin]

The feeling of sinking
coming in play;
a cold shoulder
came my way.

I'm sad and tired--
tired of silence;
no one can beat
my self attacking violence.

I've hated yourself
from the time I was young;
I've have sewn together lies--
the only thing I've become.

I cry at night
hoping to feel alive;
to you it's so simple
but im still dying inside.

The fever is growing
when I rest my head;
the tears are overflowing
I want myself dead.

I think I'll be trapped forever
in my convoluted place;
it'd be better if we'd rest together
in this lonely space.

:(

[Maddi]

This reminds me a lot of my boyfriend, and how he used to cut. Great poem. Writing stuff like this really gives your feelings about stuff closure.