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Worded River of Agony

July 19, 2013
By Anonymous

Maybe I'm crazy
They are right; I'm physcotic.
Some sort of wackjob.

Dreaming of evil
Be it blood, death, or murder.
I am dangerous.

All I hurt is me.
I cry to release my hate.
Hate for me, or what?

Will I ever know?
Know how sick I really am?
Or should I stay blind?

What about others?
Can they see the crazy me?
Do they hate me too?

So many questions
I must answer in this life.
Will it end by knife...?


The author's comments:
This is inspired by one of my close friends. Recently she has institutionalized herself to receive help for her self harm and depression, created by a difficult life. She expressed these thoughts to me more than once, so I dedicate this to her; the woman I see as my sister.

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