Thoughts of death sneak into my head
I say I'd never do that I'm over that phase
But they creep in there and tell me it's ok
I shouldn't have to promise myself I'll die
One day so then one day it will all be over
I beat myself up over every single mistake
I make and tell myself nobody will like me
Now not anymore why would they like me
Spend time and money on me that's crazy
I'm such a burden if I wasn't I'd be liked
By others more and wouldn't be so sad
Everyone keeps thinking I'm healed maybe
I think I am sometimes as well but isn't
It all a lie and I'm really never going to get
Better.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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Comments2
A frightening poem that is very personal and that is the frightening part. I would very much miss your poetry as I miss the poetry of others that have died and left the site. Keep up your writing.
I'll do my best, thank you for reading
You are most welcome and it is my pleasure
I do hope you get some benefit from putting it out here, because it isn't an easy read. I'm at a loss - I can't seriously say 'Cheer up, look on the bright side,' but I do ache to say.......
Ha, ha! Thank you for reading
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