The Way I Am (I guess)

Still don't understand.
Why this always happens to me.
Right when I'm happy.
Will I ever be free?

These emotions take over.
And I feel so low.
It's done and gone.
I guess that's the end of the show.

Like when the lights go off.
And the band leaves the stage.
I'm left all alone.
And then the pain starts to engage.

I hate myself.
And the way I am.
I feel so worthless.
And that I'm just a sham.

I cry and cry.
Until there's nothing left.
Grab a knife and cut my thigh.
And watch it bleed for a bit.

I feel a little better.
Until I've noticed what I've done.
How does this always happen?
And then I feel a been stunned.

I hide the knife away.
And cover up the marks.
Until I'm ready to play again.
And the feeling again sparks.


I don't really know what to know this poem. I sorta thought about calling it "The Way I Am." But I don't know. Can someone give me an idea.

You have problems....We should make a club!

XD Yeah, I guess I do. And uh.. sure?

-_- Can you people please stop just looking at my poem? Read it too dammit. And comment. I want to know what you think.

i like it
i feel that way sometimes..

Like when the lights go off.
And the band leaves the stage.
I'm left all alone.
And then the pain starts to engage.

I like that bit.