Dead Inside and Out

January 4, 2012
By Anonymous

Blood smeared.
Pained and teared.
Crying on the ground.
Suffering with no sound.
Screaming in my head.
Wishing I was dead.
Scissors and knives.
Taking Lives.
Slicing a hole.
Killing my soul.
The pain I feel
I could never reveal.
For I'm dead inside.
With nowhere to hide.
With nowhere to hide.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem at a time in my life when I was very depressed. I had many suicidal thoughts and I felt very alone. I posted this so readers can see that they aren't alone if they feel this way. I also wanted to let readers know that just because they feel this way, it doesn't mean they'll always have to feel like this. Things can change for the better.

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