I put my hand on my heart,
And feel it tearing further apart.
I'm hearing voices in my head,
They're telling me, "The only way to be happy is to be dead."
A part of me says it's true,
A part of me says it's not.
I want to believe it's true,
Because I know I'll be happy if I do.
But something is making me stay alive,
Maybe I wasn't meant to die.
I just can't live with this pain,
"It's just too much for me," I say.
"Why do you live if you're going to die?"
That is the question that keeps going through my mind.
My heart is dying,
My love for everything is gone.
I've tried and tried and I'm stopping right here.
My life just isn't fair,
I'm slowly killing myself.
I tend to smile a lot,
That's just the way I was taught.
I might look happy on the outside,
But I'm really crying deep inside.
My pillow's wet,
My eyes are red.
That shows how many tears I've dropped on my bed.
My face is pale,
I live wishing my life would be a fairy tale.
I can't talk anymore,
I can't write anymore.
I'm suffering because of what other people say,
I'm dying because I'm killing myself.
I'm crying because it hurts,
I'm hurting because I'm watching myself lose the battle
of my life.
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