I've spent 4 years fighting with my own thoughts.
it feels like suicide is the only way out but I know I'm wrong, I'm just tired of feeling...
What if death isn't the end, what if there's more to feel?
I need a guaranteed way out, if not that then please... someone help me while we're still here.
I plead for help but I know there's not much anyone can do, I know this is all on ME.
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Author:
Bloody Pen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2022 15:57
- Comment from author about the poem: I used to self-harm it took a while for me to stop. I still deal with the thoughts telling me to give in, it gets really difficult. This short poem is me trying to put my thoughts somewhere else. Thank you for reading.
- Category: Sad
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