' 'suicide' depression'
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People will continue to silently call me selfish
But I will continue to be silently selfless
Dear Mom
You don’t love me
And I know you don’t
The roses today must be painted in white
Red’s getting ready for this evening
Doctor’s may make their incisions without morphine
Pain reserved a seat at my party
I still remember it.It feels like a million years ago,A strange sort of nostalgiaSour and weighty and wetThe panic still swells up in my throat at timesAnd I feel the sweat on my palmsSuffocating.
All I Ever Wanted Was To Stop FeelingI Wanted It To Go Away For GoodNo One Is Listening; Is Anyone There?They Keep Fighting; I'm Losing This BattleWhy Are They Here To Begin With?
Broken and torn
I wish i wasnt born
the pain is to much
wish me good luck
hanging from that chair
It wasnt a dare
With that wire wrapped tight around my neck
01/10/20
The water rushes into my ears
It’s the numb feeling I always get
That makes me feel as though I’m somewhere else
I stay as long as I can
dont know what to do,now that my heart broke in to,ever since the day you left ive been feeling like im through tell me lord what should i do,live my life or off my self cause in the world you made today dont nobody offer helpbut im steady tryna m
Why, there’s a mark on my arm.
A serrated, jagged, adorable mark on my arm.
My arm mark has many relatives.
They are not identical, but related.
It's a dark in here. I can't see clearly.
I think I steped on something sharp... I don't know if I'm bleeding.
Do you think there are snakes? I don't want to get hurt.
Wait, I think I see light!
She smiles and pretends that everything is OK. She bows her head with nothing to say. She wonders why everything is this way. She holds on to too much pain. She can’t seem to wipe away, from her heart, the stain.
Didn’t make it past high school,
Who would’ve known?
Just a popular tool
Who fell off his throne
Story wasn’t as simple
Didn’t cry, didn’t weep,
Just because of one pimple
Once a December evening an old man did come walking
Breath came stirring in old weathered huffs, white and swirling;
But this was no happy time for a cheerless face came strolling
LET GO!!! yells my brain
my heart still just hangs on to that one little strings
my hands left with tears and blood dripping from the wounds
but still I clinge tightly
still I think I can make it better
I wish you were here
You’d wipe away my tears
I wish you here
You’d drown all my fears
The cycle continues
I feel like I’m lost
I try to save lives
But at what cost?
Im standing on the edge of the horizon, it is very difficult to take this decision
it feels like my veins are filled with poison
It is really difficult to take these choices
