You know it's bad when I can't even write my feelings anymore
When I cannot convey my thoughts on paper
Or cry
You know it's time to stop living when I can't explain why I'm not alright anymore
When I cannot explain what hurts
"On a scale of one to ten what is your level of pain"
Ten
Because it's time to go
Goodbye
Numbness
Never ending
Life
Depression
Death
Suicide
Ropes
Guns
Knives
Finally it's over
It's easier to die.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
