Suicide
I am without your love
I am beside myself
I cannot control my emotions
I really need help
My wrists are slit
My blood it pours
The pain is there
Behind closed doors
I cover it with a smile
I say that I am okay
I wish I wasn’t here
Not alive today
I hate what I am
I hate what you see
I wish I was dead
It’s meant to be
Why must I hurt
Why is the pain there
Why am I casted
Nobody cares
I am just that “weird kid”
That sits in the back
That fakes his own smile
But his mind is under attack
I tried and I failed
Now I am here
Hanging by a thread
My mind is a road that I cannot steer
- Author: stephenfairfax ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2018 09:17
- Category: Sad
- Views: 23
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Comments1
I wish you the best. There is skill inside this
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