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I’m tired.
Not in my eyes,
But in my heart.
My soul is tired.
I’m emotionally exhausted.
I’ve felt anger, sadness, despair, love, hate, happiness, scared, insecurity, and unsure all in the last 9 months,
And now, nothing.
I feel nothing.
Numbness.
My heart and soul have given up on me.
They put back all my feelings and emotions and put them in a bottle,
And threw it away in the sea.
So I push this knife into my skin,
Scratch with a needle until I see red,
Because pain is all I can feel now.
I don’t know why,
And I’m so unsure,
Of what emotion tomorrow will bring,
If any.
I make my friends cry,
And I can’t even muster a tear!
Why can’t my eyes weep like my soul and heart do?
I feel lost, alone, afraid, and scared,
But together that makes me feel numb.
So I push this knife into my skin,
Scrape this needle again and again,
And I see the blood!
My mind registers that I should feel pain,
But still I feel nothing but numbness.
It’s so scary.
People know.
They say it’s a cry for help,
I believe them.
But if I’m crying out for help then why is nobody doing anything?
They say I need counseling, professional help.
I tell you, I get you the information!
You can’t even make time to call.
That hurts me more than any blade ever could.
It cuts me in the soul,
Not on my wrists.
But for some reason,
Every cut that you make to my soul,
Shows up on my wrists.
I ask God why,
Why do I feel the need to bleed?
I get no answer,
Just more numbness.
These thoughts of you not caring consume me,
I want to not care,
Just like you.
You’re my father and I’m your daughter,
You care about me and I care about you.
I know you love me and I love you too.
I just can’t see why you feel like these slits on my wrist aren’t a big deal?
A cry for attention, that’s what you said.
It’s a cry yes, but not for attention! For help!
I’ve called you names,
Like dick and asshole.
I don’t mean them when I say them, not even when I think them.
Because I love you, you’re all I have left.
Don’t you see?
I need you to be here for me!
I have friends that are here,
And you’re the only family that knows,
You said you would help me,
But actions speak louder than words.
The only action you’ve had is to take my needles,
But you didn’t get the ones I hid,
Or the pocket knife that stays beside my bed,
You didn’t care enough to look.
You were angry with me,
I understand because you’re scared.
I’m scared too, that’s why I cut.
I understand that you don’t understand.
I’m trying to be the best daughter I can!
I love you!
All I want is a little help.
I know it’s expensive and I’m sorry,
I’m sorry if I feel like a burden,
But you’re all I have left.
My mother’s gone!
I need you,
But you need her.
Your shooting star.
It’s supposed to be me!
I’m supposed to be your shooting star,
Your little girl.
Not anymore though,
Someone new and shiny has come in,
She’s nice I’ll admit,
But she’s not my mother,
But she’s your shooting star.
You act happy with her,
Happier than you ever did with my mom.
You won’t even say her name anymore.
You refer to her as “your mama.”
Say her name.
Say it. Ros.
I bet you can’t say it. Won’t say it.
I don’t know if it’s too painful for you or not.
You act like she never crosses your mind.
Like you don’t miss her.
Do you cry in the shower like me?
Cry for your wife that’s in the ground?
16 years of your life, buried in the soil.
You pretend she never existed.
Do you not see her when you look at me?
Do I not remind you of her?
I hope I do.
She was a beautiful woman and I hope I am like her.
I miss her so much!
How can you not even shed a tear!
I have tears on my face while I’m writing this poem,
Just thinking about the memories,
And all the hurt I’m in.
I love you,
And I love her,
But I can’t love someone whose not here.
This is why I’m so tired.
For my mother:
In the mornings I wake up and fight back tears,
Thinking of you makes me feel weak,
But I continue to endear,
And seek,
A filling for this huge hole that you left behind,
Feeling out of control all hours of the night,
Struggling to keep my mind,
While crying my tears out of sight.
I don’t know why God took you,
Why he left me feeling numb,
Lost and hopeless with a new view,
On life, and I feel so dumb,
For slicing my wrists,
And making myself bleed,
I’m not twisted,
I swear, I just have one little need,
For a mother who can’t be there,
For one I can’t even see,
God took you away from me, it isn’t fair,
He took you to Heaven, leaving me no key.
I try not to question,
And I try not to cry,
But I’m in a depression,
And I don’t want to try,
To get out of it and be happy,
To be the old me,
But most of the time I just feel too crappy,
I just hope that you can see,
That I love you and I always will,
Even though you’re not here,
However I love you still,
And I’ll always believe
I’m only 15 btw.. I don’t know what a lot of this poem stuff means.. All I know is what I’ve learned in English I. These poems aren’t supposed to be "proper’ or anything, just venting my feelings.