i'm not suicidal.
i'm really not
and maybe at one point i was
and some days i wish i was dead
if only to escape the continuous void
in my chest
the dread that follows for existing
and breathing.
i'm not suicidal; i just wish i was dead.
YOU ARE READING
The Lies We Tell Ourselves
PoetryI'm learning to cope and so are others in their own struggles, so why not learn to cope together :)? a collection of all sorts of poetry and prose stemming from my own experiences.
