Sick Of It Poem by Melissa Ann
Sick Of It
Can't anyone tell I've been crying?
On the inside I think I'm dying.
My stomach is at war,
My anger so bad I'm sore.
I hate myself,
So I'm cutting myself,
And I'll probably end up killing myself.
This darkness they call sadness has a hold on me,
It's s tight I can barely breathe.
I just need a hero,
Or maybe just a friend.
But why can't they see that?
Are they so blind?
Maybe they need a smack in the face,
And see me bleed.
My eyes are always red,
Nothing else needs to be said.
I'm dying,
And done trying,
And tired of crying.
Sometimes, writing such poems as this turns out to be cathartic. You have expressed your poignant thoughts and sad and angry mind through these lines. But remember, 'I hate myself, So I'm cutting myself, And I'll probably end up killing myself.' - is not the solution. You should look for better options and be brave to face the challenges of life squarely. 'I just need a hero, Or maybe just a friend.' - Walk steadfastly with head held high, you may find either or both.
When emotion speaks a true heart listens, the cold one judges with a callous vote, Your poem has emotions that of which poetry is made of, Some of the great poets have voiced very similar thoughts of despair. I like your poem my friend....Be proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:11:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Melissa Ann, I'm a fan! I like your verse, hope it make you feel better not worse! Keep writing you feeling, I think it always helps to get them out of the head and onto paper! You are a great poet! I hope you are enjoying your island too!