I stare at the walls and ask why me
Behind this green door
Enclosed tightly
Behind ridged peeled paint
My feelings neglected
Only the walls protect it
Because on the outside
I am far from accepted
Being bullied and tormented
For most of my life
My only real friend was the blade
Of my knife
So I run to this place
A place I call home
The only real place
Where I am alone
The tall green grass
Alone with my thoughts
Away from my fears
Contemplating whether
My time is near
These walls are the only
Thing that I can vent to
Are these emotions permanent?
Or temperamental
Is this life worth living?
If I take my own life
Shall I be forgiven’?
Will I ever be happy?
Should I give it a try?
Why do my eyes have to close?
For people’s to open
All I really wanted was love and devotion
Will my pain ever vanish?
Or will I go first
This hay rope hugging my throat
Decides my fate
But before I can back out
I slip it’s too late…