The marks you left inside of me, <br />those cannot be seen. <br /> <br />These marks, though, <br />the ones I give myself <br />are visible. <br /> <br />Angry red lines- <br />as I pour my soul into the bathroom sink. <br />These are the marks you make. <br /> <br />Death could be the answer <br />but what would it achieve? <br />You would not see, or even grieve. <br /> <br />I could die today <br />or anytime I choose, <br />but why bother? <br /> <br />You killed me already. <br />All that I am now is the shell <br />that has somehow survived. <br /> <br />You put me through this hell <br />but I will stay alive.<br /><br />hidden poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-164/
