What Happened?

Do you feel bonded?

A victim to your fate?

This life has you so imprisoned

In the things you hate.

The blocks you put up

To keep things out,

Have you jailed,

and now your trapped,

With no way out.

If you were in pain

Who now would know?

Without the cuts on you arms

With the scars to show?

Why do you do this to yourself?

Is this your way out?

Why do we hurt ourselves

When we're really mad at someone else?

Does it scare you?

To know there's nothing left?

There's no one left.

To hold on to

With every last regret.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem isnt about me..well some of it is..the rest isnt

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Benjamin Bloomstine's picture

thats just how i feel.