Why do you do this?

“Why do you do this? Oh please tell me why!”

I do this because it's my only way to survive.

I cut so deep to let the feelings flow,

From how I feel on the inside, do you even know?

Do you know what it's  like to be hurt?
Do you know what it's like to be treated like dirt?

To be picked up to only be pushed back down,

To constantly be pushed all around.

 

“Please stop this, just please stop!”

I’m sorry mom, but this isn’t simple thing i can just drop.

This is my only way to stop all the pain,

And all the self hatred i have regained.

I would if i could, honest to god,

But the feelings you see, are way to strong.

Only if you knew what hides behind the eye,

Only if you knew how much I wanna cry.

Only if you knew how much a fake smile can hide,

Maybe you would understand how much I wanna die.

It only takes one, One person to understand.

It only takes one person to take you by the hand.

To show you the light of day,

To show you it doesn't have to be this way.

 

“Why? You have no reason, it's just for attention.”

You see, that comment is what fuels my depression.

Because it's not for a attention,

I have my own story so sit and listen.

You see this hurt that I feel, has many different reasons.

I'm surprised you haven't noticed, it's practically screaming.

I guess you're just to dumb to notice,

No wonder children are feeling so damn helpless.

 

Maybe if you knew the signs you could find a way,

To make us see that everything will be okay

To hold us and make us not feel alone,

To helps us find our way back home.

The more people to help, the better it will be,

So come on everybody and be like me.

Never be a bully and always be kind,

Never spread a rumor when you know it's a lie,

Always remember that your words do hurt,

And never treat somebody like they are dirt.

Because suicide is real, and most people have it,

So don't be cruel because the ending will be tragic

Be careful of what you say, because you never know,

What everyone is going through, Sometimes it wont even show.

One day the whole world will see, How truly bad this will be.

The further this message goes, the more support we will get,

And believe me, this will help more than you expect.

 

-Alyssa Atwell

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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