i walk in the door and i'm smothered, by people and powder and smoke <br />not one of them knows of my story, yet all of them wanting my help <br />take a deep breath full of toxins, exhale the tar tainted air <br />all of them screaming and bitching at me, do they even notice i'm here? <br />doing my best for all of them, so torn between friends and love <br />what choice do i have, i make them all mad, i know i'll end up alone <br />Sometimes i feel like i'm screaming, although i make scarcely a sound <br />anger pent up threatens escape, but i swallow the razors back down <br />slammed doors and slit wrists make no effect, forgetting does not mean release <br />all i want i can't have, all i have i don't want, what happened to living in ease?<br /><br />Emily Myers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slammed-doors-and-slit-wrists/
