Walking around in a daze
To numb to feel
Doing drugs to kill the only thing you feel
Somking to calm
Cutting to realse
Why does it have to come to this again?
Iwas numb once
This poem has no feeling and yet this is what I feel
Wanting to runaway
But never moving an inch
Losing a friend but can't grasp her
Maybe one more cut will make it beter
Maybe being dead will help
Can you answer me?
Lenore is right, nobody has the answer as to why life is like it is, and full of contradictions. I've been where you are now, and I know it won't work to tell you, as it didn't work for people to tell me, but cutting isn't the way to escape, and it will get better. It did for me. Someone once told me, "Face up to the hurts, don't try to escape them. Life is like a picture, it's your choice to see only the dark and gloominess in it, or to find the light in it. Make your choice." At the time, I fought with the person because "they didn't know what they were talking about, they've never been there", but looking back, it helped me, so maybe it will help you, even though I don't know your exact circumstances. Critique wise, I really liked it, maybe fix the spelling mistakes, and people will concentrate more on the meaning of the poem, it definitely distracts. Keep writing.
Truthfully, Nobody has the answers. The world we live in thrives off of contradictions that fuel the hate and the fear and the generall puzzelment of what the BLANK is going on in this life. I can relate to the numbness and how you want and want to feel Something, Anything .. and when you do you want to find a release an escape something to make it go away... Ah, but that is what we call the wonderfull world of life.