I am sorry that I keep telling you that I want to die, but why would I lie. I know it twists and rings the words on your ears; how could someone you love want to die. So you shrug it off , take it as a joke. But it’s not funny and I’m not laughing.
I’m sorry that I can’t take a compliment. But it’s only because I know there lies. I wish I could love myself but it’s internally impossible when your thoughts surround you with crushing truths and everyone else reveals only lies.
My dad thinks I’m always happy. When I hint at the emotions that really burden me inside he’s surprised. Because “Lottie you can’t begin to imagine what sadness feels like , your only a child.”
But at 15 I’ve met the darkest of nights, deepest ocean of thoughts , and drowned almost to death numerous times
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Author:
lottierose (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’m sorry that my poems have all been about my mental health lately but I’ve been havign some dark days X :(
- Category: Sad
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Most strong writers have a story- well done for being strong enough to embrace yours 💓
Ty ❤️❤️
Never be sorry for what you write
I've also written about suicide
"Back to front" you'll find it
When I now see my sorrys were for myself
I know you know this is to you too
Your incredible to do what you do
As much darkness there is light too
Keep expressing that inner truth
I can already feel it shining through
Thankyou
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