Poetry

When it’s all disappeared and I’m laying face down
When I’ve become so talented I can do it without a sound
No one suspicious because not a soul knows
How deep this inner pain is, how damn far it goes
More pressing matters arise in your everyday
Not knowing that this sentence could be the last I ever
say
It’s been a year since I started; since that darkened
wicked day
I found a way to cope, a way to banish all my pain
My eyes are filled with tears, not from crying but from
process
I stand here dying slowing maybe it’s time to choose a
coffin
I rap my reddened face with a glossy vibrant bow
Curl my hair up tightly, in hope that no one knows
A band around my waist, bracelets on my wrists
Calling for my name, they beacon; did insist
Yesterday I saw a picture, one that had me silent
I took it of myself; in my eyes something violet
Why am I alone? They ask me everyday
It’s because I’m self inflicting and it’s time for me to
pay
Hold that thought as I leave you; my favorite room does
call
All the mirrors in that room, my face do they recall
You’ve come to feel good again? They whisper in the
silence
Once so sickened by the thought; now I’m not so bias
When I close my eyes, in a second it’s all gone
The secrets left behind on the walls inflicted upon
You’re not a good
example; you have so little faith
It’s saved me at my
weakest point with love I demonstrate
Do you know that you’re
dying? Do you know you’re being dumb?
I tell the voices to
kill themselves as I leave the deadly one