Emotional Race
Emotional Race
By: Jakari Hudson
I look down
then I look up again
why do my feelings always have to win
I pick up the blade
and stare at my wrist
the scars would fade into the mist
I cry for help
but it's all in my head
I couldn't seem to notice that my wrist were red.
hours turned into days
& minutes turned into hours
the blood rushing through
will soon be sour
I can't stop crying
I'm praying for help
one more cut
is a huge step.
I put the blade down
& look in the mirror
the way I'm feeling now couldn't be any clearer.
I feel as I'm strong
but there is no where I belong
I am a outcast
a shadow
my voice is never heard
my life is censored
My words are blurred
I try to stop
but my mind keeps racing
trying to get to the finish point
without even pacing.
Copyright © Jakari Hudson | Year Posted 2016
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