Not a Life

 

Can you understand that

I’m hurting?

Can you understand that

It’s killing me?

What you ask is to live

Another stressful 3 months.

Another 3 months of pain and agony.

Another 3 months of painkillers.

How do you not see

That I don't want to live like that.

 

I'm a 17 year old

Who has to rely on painkillers

Just to get through the day.

That is not a life I want to live.

You say

It’s because I’m always on my phone

Or it’s because I don’t do anything.

All I hear is it’s my fault

That I’m the one to blame.

Today

I tried to get you to understand

That I don’t want to do this anymore

I don’t want to keep hurting myself

With all this stress.

 

I am a 17 year old

That has not yet seen the world

Already has so much stress

That walking up in the morning

Has become difficult.

After all of this

You didn't understand.

You asked

Didn't I know what I was getting myself into?

And I did

I knew what I was getting myself into

I just didn't realize

That following something I enjoyed

And at one point loved,

Would hurt me.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

anataliehs

when I wrote this, I wasn't thinking about writing a poem.

I was at a point in my life where I was taking on too much. 

I slowly developing health issues and I was constantly in pain. 

I had to say goodbye to amazing friends who became family. 

Making this choice wasn't easy. I had to make a decision.

I had to choose between something that could get me closer to my dream career and

my health.

I knew that my decision would change my future,

but if I continued pursuing my dream and ignoring my health issues, 

I wouldn't have a future to look forward too.

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