*ty for everyone who reads this, im sorry if you go through any of this, if you ever need advice or someone to talk to im here DM me*
as I sit here alone in my room thoughts flood in,
my brain is tired and aching to let go of everything
I promised that person I wouldn't do it again
I promised that person I wouldn't take away all my pain in one cut
I promised that person I would live a full life,
even if its not happy Im still living it, every painful moment
that person would be dissapointed in me if I cut again,
truth is sometimes I think I don't care
but reality I do I just want a reason to push them away.
I want to push them away so they don't hurt me
or so I don't hurt them, they say they can handle my depression
but how can they handle it if I cant even handle it my self
but then again they are more stable than me,
but who knows they could be struggling to
they're probably just handling it better than me,
but maybe they're not going through shit
maybe they have their life together
maybe they can think straight
maybe they can wake up every morning get out of bed and think positive thoughts
maybe they can eat just fine with out feeling guilty
or having to throw everything back up
maybe one day they will understand how I feel
and say sorry for not letting me take the pain away
like how i wanted it......
YOU ARE READING
the poem of how it don't get better
Poetrypoems i think of while sitting in my room quietly, trust me it dont get better dont let anyone tell you different they just want you to have false hope. warnings: mentions of- suicide, cutting, anxiety, depression, etc.