The Stress overwhelms me,
I can’t take no more,
So I put on my shoes,
And head to the store.
I thought I was strong enough,
I thought I could cope,
But the need overtakes me,
And now there’s no hope.
Straight for the razors,
At Right Aid I head,
And then to the band aids,
To soak up the red.
When I get home,
To the bathtub I go,
So the blood can flow freely,
And no one will know.
How week I am,
To live this way,
Slicing my skin,
To get through the day.
The blade to my leg,
I move it forward and back,
Until my feelings are numb,
And the screen fades to black.
Ask me what’s wrong,
No words you will hear,
But the gash on my ankle,
Makes it perfectly clear.
Anxiety hits,
On other days too,
In side I feel sick,
Like I have the flu.
The nausea,
It has no end,
On the bathroom floor,
Much time I do spend.
My head in the toilet,
I can’t hold it in,
I vomit my brains out,
I know it’s a sin.
On still other days,
No food I can eat,
Held fast by emotions,
And goals I can’t meat.
Punishment,
At least for me,
Is necessary,
The way it must be.
Pain is beautiful,
I tell you it’s true,
If I didn't have it,
No day I'd get through.
Ashley Seymour
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-is-beautiful/
