I'm exhausted.
I'm sick of school,
I'm sick of home,
I'm sick of my family,
My friends, foes, and hoes.
I wish they shared, I wish they cared
But no one ever does.
I want to forever lay, although I'm totally okay..
I fight to stay alive, although I'm totally alright..
I want to die, but “I'm fine, I have everything” I don't know why.
I don't matter one bit, I wish I could just quit, get out of this shithole, that's it.
As I drag the blade across my skin, I look down and grin.
Silver turns to red, I can't break free of my head, I wish I was dead,
the thoughts turn loud, it feels like I'm lost in a crowd,
it feels like a stampede, they say that I deserve to bleed.
I'm exhausted, my feelings are vaulted, I wish I could disappear,
forgotten by everyone who's near, because nobody needs me,
nobody understands, and as I close my eyes and drift to a forever sleep,
I think with glee, “I'm finally free“
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	cr1stina123 (
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 - Comment from author about the poem: It expresses how I experienced depression and my image on suicide
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