I always feel alone,
I am empty inside,
No emotions shown,
With feelings that hide.
I know I'm living,
But I don't feel alive,
I'm not forgiving,
Maybe that's why I can't survive.
I slice my wrists,
To feel the pain,
The knife, I can't resist,
To see my vein.
I am so dead inside,
That I can't suffer,
Just say I died,
Because it doesn't even matter.

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Expressing Me
PoetryThis was my first collection of poems written when I was younger.