"It's just exam stress," they said
"It's not a problem that she won't leave her bed."
They didn't realise she was depressed
As she laid there, thinking about death
"She hasn't started cutting yet," they explained
"She's not in any real pain."
And with the first scrape of the blade across her chest
she sat on the floor, planning her death
"She hasn't tried to kill herself yet," they'd say
"she'll be fine. She'll be okay"
But she wishes each one to be her last breath,
As she stands alone, beginning the end.
- Author: I.G.H ( Offline)
- Published: October 5th, 2018 16:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Lovely way to put suicidal ideations. But, it would be lovelier if she stayed awhile and shared more of the rebirth that lays ahead. Wonderful.
Dark poem, yet filled with emotion. You certainly capture the reader's attention with this write.
Thanks for posting! 🙂
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