For some things,
I am "just a kid".
I can't have depression,
anxiety,
or suicidal thoughts;
I don't have enough life experience
to have the right
to feel that way.
But I need to grow up
because adults aren't allowed
to sleep with plushies.
There is no one listening to me
except for xxxx.
He makes me feel like
I'm enough,
but too many people
show me otherwise.
My dad often says,
"get lost, trash";
ever since I'm little.
I never have minded his words,
they didn't have any meaning to me.
But now they do.
I also realized, at the age of 14,
that my parents just tell me lies
and act like they are proud of me.
Even the good words
don't have a meaning to me anymore.
My whole family laughs at me.
Every time,
when I'm literally begging for help,
because I feel like
I'm going to fall apart,
they walk away.
No one stays.
I really feel like covering myself in cuts,
but this will break xxxx heart.
But will he stay?
Does he even care?
What if he acts too?
I am not enough.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Of A Lonely Poet
PoetryFrom a poet that was too afraid to speak in pain. For the lonely, the poets and especially for the ones that need poetry to make them feel alive.
