A Dark Time

Sitting in my room, tears running down my face
Wishing every memory could be erased.
Instead of cutting I pop the rubber band around my wrist,
Going over all the scars my friends and family's missed.
As I sit on my bedroom floor in an ocean of pain,
I realize there's nothing left to gain.
I cover my ears so I can't hear my parents scream,
I try to fall asleep hoping ill wake up, and
It will all be but a dream.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem