Do the littlest things just want to make you break down? You just feel the need to cry when someone asks you how you are and you say you're fine but deep down you're really not? Deep down you're broken inside, you want to tell someone but you think they won't understand. So instead you cut you're wrists which makes scars and you hide those too because you feel like you will be judged. Then you stop talking to people and they do start to judge you. You cut more but they become deeper and on more places of you're beautiful skin, locked in the bathroom bleeding until you pass out along with an overdose on pills. Attempted suicide they lock you up in the loony bin because they think you are crazy. You were never crazy though. Staying in there makes you think and what do you do? You wait until you're released to do those things. More cutting... Deeper and deeper each time. "People won't miss me", "Nobody will or does care". These are only some of the things you say when the thick blood is running down you're arms and legs. Dripping, with each fallen tear and blood drop you slowly start getting dizzy.
Loving this blissful high you smile. It doesn't hurt, if anything it makes you feel better. This time you don't hear those sirens coming. Not a single person trying to come and save you for a second time. The last word you breathe are "I knew nobody loved me". You're words forever lingering in the air but now only a whisper. As the last tear runs down you're cheek onto the floor, you smile before all the darkness leaves you're body. Now free you can leave this earth and forever forget you're past.
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My Feelings
RandomThis is just a book about how I feel because I need something to take my anger out on. And this is the perfect way for me. Anyways sorry if it's not what you expected but I try writing poetry and there might be some gruesome parts so be prepared. Th...
