Deepest ocean of thoughts

lottierose

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 

  • Author: lottierose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2018 12:39
  • 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
  • Views: 20
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  • anonymous.poet

    Most strong writers have a story- well done for being strong enough to embrace yours 💓

  • Poetic Dan

    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



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