Waking up to puddles of sweat
Felt like I hit my head
Drunk with guilt
When I’m home
They didn’t know how I felt
When they left me alone
Wish instead of guilt I had power
Now I lie awake for hours
Daydreaming of a life that’s different
Things I could’ve done but didn’t
I’ve found peace with the way things are now
Nothing to be ashamed of just me being proud
Am I there yet?
Have I finally lost it?
Have I finally snapped?
Did I finally fight back?
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to
I’m sorry, did I hurt you
Or did you hurt me
Last I checked you left me to bleed
Open the gates of heaven
Here comes a flood
Did I mention
You drew first blood
no need to turn around
it's a long way down
Is it too late to look around
to leave right now
that would be a struggle
no magic in me so i guess you can call me a muggle
that's a reference for my Harry Potter fans
No time to read inbetween the lines
no time to plan
i'm just fine
living the way that i am
I might not make it to 20
that's what one guy told me
might die lonely
while i'm still a teen
Thoughts I don’t dare to scream
because i know
that if i make them known
people will be scared for me
all alone
because they left me bleeding
i lost all hope
because i know that even if i had it people would still leave me
I used to lay in bed crying myself to sleep
now i lay in bed holding back my tears
lay in bed trying not to scream
because my greatest fear
is people not hearing me
Sometimes i lay awake wondering
what would happen to people, if i was gone
Would they miss me
at my funeral would they play this song
in remembrance of me
Will they cry because they miss me
or would they lie and say they hated me
Or would that be the truth
either way id die in my youth
if i would die lonely
is the question to ask
Would anyone be there to speak at my funeral about me
Or would everyone pass
on the opportunity
To say nice things
about me
or not because they hate me just the same
because even when i'm dead
i still cause them so much pain
feel like i hit my head
like i'm caught in a daze
wondering where i am
Wondering if all my friends are fake
but i'm still in bed
Taking pills to hide the pain
no medicine is strong enough to numb my brain
That’s how i feel every single day
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Author:
Pineapple_pizza018 (
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- Published: February 27th, 2025 09:57
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A very sad and powerful write of the feelings of complete hopelessness and depression, you can feel the torment and pain all the way through the write, if concerning author I hope you have someone to talk to, take care
I have a therapist. Thank you for the concern though
You are very welcome
Raw emotion expressed in this poem that questions the validity of going on with the present pain. Dark and hard to read it screams out at the reader.
Thanks!!
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