I don't know how to get help.
I won't be able to stand the stares.
I absolutely hate myself
People will just pretend to care.I don't know if I can take this anymore
What will happen if I let someone in?
Death has been knocking on my door
This time I might let the demons winI tried to tell someone once before
All that got me was hurt
They made my heart sore
And treated me like dirtI'm glad I didn't tell them
That I wanted to die
I never told them when
I would commit suicideSo why should I say anything now?
I sort of like the pain anyways
Getting help won't make me proud
The scars are the only thing to staySo I don't need your pity
I'm doing just fine
I'll say the marks were from the kitty
All it takes is a smile to hide behindBecause of that smile you won't see
All the pain and what you'll find
Is I don't let anyone see the real me
And that my thoughts are never kindYou won't have to worry
Because I won't tell you
I'd hate for you to feel sorry
My death is long past dueYou won't see it coming
But that'll be okay
I will no longer be running
From the hurt that seems to stay
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Suicide, Depression and Self-harm Quotes
RastgelePoems and parts about suicide, self-harm, etc. *trigger warning* Some entries contain material not suited for some viewers, read at your own risk