Poems & Quotes ⚠︎TW⚠︎

that's the point.

They say to me, "No don't jump! You can't fly!"
But I guess that's the point because I intend to die.

When I go to sleep I pray I don't wake up. Though I do.
so I cry, and cry, and cry some more.
I cry, for I think it's unfair.
Unfair how it is 'selfish' to commit.

I reach out for the warm embrace of death
Just barley out of reach.
I reach again only to find nothing there.
Suddenly I'm ok.

You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine.
I say again.
I know I'm not fine, so the voices tell me.
There's, rocky, and Johnny, and ann mcree.

I stare at the blank world with my seemingly glazed over eyes.
The dark embraces me as I cry some more
Thinking of things beyond this world.

She knows she doesn't love me
So why does she say she does?
She does love me!
Does she?
I'm not sure.

They scream because of a small mistake
A carless mistake I had made.
A carless mistake.
That's all it was.
Nothing more, at least I think.

I love the way the blood runs down my wrist.
The way it falls as I take a breath.
The, drip, drip, drip of it's fall.
The way I smile as it falls on me.

The scars on my wrist grow deeper.
They deepen as I slit harder.
I don't know if I'm trying to die
Or if I really want to release pain.
Stop asking me
I guess it's both.

Only 200 words?
I guess so.
I guess I'll write while she talks.
She talks about the addiction
And her getting over it.
She's only 60 days clean
But that's better than nothing.

They fail to notice
The scars on my wrist.
But they notice the small drop in grades
The D That I have in math.
The F that I have in science.
The C I have in language arts.
The F I have in social studies.

I constantly cry in frustration.
The littlest thing decides to go wrong
I scream and have a panic attack
What's wrong with me?

Only a few words to go I guess.
A few words till I try again.
And again.
To commit suicide.
The note in my hand
Shaking as I write;

"You didn't love me. You called me a BITCH, A FREAK. A HEARTLESS MONSTER."

I think it's time to go now.
The razor is seemingly calling me.
So I guess this is goodbye.

Note from the Author.-

Hello. My name is Ace. I seriously consider suicide a lot. If you ever feel you might want to die, please call the number below-
-18002738255
Or any crisis lifeline. Eg. 911 or 999.
I love you so much. Thank you for being here. You have made it through these past years. Your so fuckin' strong.

This poem is just a reflection on my life. I am writing hoping it reaches certain ears.

I'm not going to harm myself, this is only a poem of thoughts I've had. I'm here to help if you ever need it, I love you. And I DO really mean it.

/It's currently been, like a month since I wrote this, but I just re-read it. This poem is so good WTH, how did I write this/

/It has been a few months since I wrote this. My mother is 14 months sober, and I'm doing much better mentally. I have a therapist, and my grades are pretty good./