Pills... Poem by Tiffany Bustos

I drag the blade across my skin
It hurts so good I do it again.
Over and over the numbness sets in
I wish that I were happy again

I know there's a god
I won't deny that
But I know that he hates me
and that's a fact

He teases and toys
with my fragile heart
He thinks its a game
like he's creating art.

He saw that I smiled
I was joyful and free.
That made him angry
He wouldn't let me be.

I know I was bad
I was never an angel.
But is mischief a reason
to make life so painful.

The blood has now dried
and the pills are all gone
the pain has come back
I'm betrayed and alone.