I feel shame

of this thing you call a game.

I am ashamed

of the scars on my wrist,

 the urge to create new ones,

all the lies I've told,

all the lack of truest I have.

I am ashamed

of the all the mean things said

and things I left unsaid.

I am ashamed

of my pain.

Why can't it go away?

Why can't I tell anyone how bad it is?

Because they think its a game.

My pain is nothing but a game to them.

They think I'm melodramatic

or striving for attention.

But I know it for what it is

Pain

Depression

My life doesn't have a claim.

It could end at any second

and sometimes I wish I would.

I am ashamed

of this thing they call a game

of what I call pain.