I could grab the knife
I could end my life
but why bother
would it even really matter?
I could grab the razorblade
cut until my scars won't fade
but why waste my time
Would it really clear my mind?
I could scream so loud in your ear
scream so everyone could hear
but why do that today
would it really take my pain away?
I could cry like never before
and I could wonder what to live for
but why do I torture myself like this
would it really resolve my shit?
I guess nothing can take away the pain
so my tears will mix up with the rain
always pouring down in down pour
until I break and can't take it anymore
I wonder why I even bother
what does it even matter?
I can really relate i am feeling this way alot lately its like whats the use i love your poems.
For some reason this reminds me of the title of an album I think it was John Cougar Mellencamp but could be wrong...it was called Nothing Matters and What if It Did?
That is what this one makes me think of...interesting feelings shared here....Pam