A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult

A Plea for Help

I wish I could say that no one feels the way I do now.
I wish I could be numb.
Everyday the idea of a razor to my wrist fills my mind with naive bliss.
I just want this pain to go away.

Is that too much to ask?
Am I meant to be miserable?
Am I meant to be alone?
My hands won't stop shaking.

My mind is filled with violent thoughts.
What if I just killed them all?
Would I be happy then?
No, I wouldn't.

My eyes hurt now.
My cheeks are stained with these retched tears that I wish would stop.
This stupid paper is now wet.
I desperately wish to put this pen down and grab that razor on my desk.

But that won't solve anything.
No, just more pain.
More memories I'd wish I could erase.
I can't sleep.

I can never sleep.
The monsters will get me.
My fears will come out and haunt me in my sleep.
It's so quiet.

I'm left alone with my thoughts of suicide.
I was always a disappointment.
I can never live up to what is expected of me.
So, I run.

Where am I running to?
I don't know.
Away. Far away.
I want away from the eyes.

All they do is judge me and put me down.
Do you hear it?
It's quiet now but wait, just wait and you'll hear my soul screaming.
It wants out.

Oh, help me please.
I don't care how, I just want your help.
I'm a waste of space and air.
So why am I here?

Death, I seek your advice.

                  Sincerely, 
                      Those who want to die.