𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟
I'm a sinner, I always was.
Hating the world, all time I've been living.
Many sins the hate has caused.
Much more pain I've been giving.
I cut my arms, my legs, my wrists.
I walked across a deadly bridge, I hit my head with my own fists.
But everytime my thoughts, they've switched.
Still I tried to drown myself, I attemped starving too.
All 'cause of my mental health, though I never thought it through.
It's all my fault, I'm to blame, but I'm just playing my own game.
I only put myself in pain and that'll always stay the same.
Alive I'm still, fully in pain, without any living will. Death was always my goal to gain,
I'm trying, still.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoésieThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
