this will be my last entry
this will be the last time I share my thoughts with you
because I'm so tired of this battle
the why, the how, the what
The who.
I started writing Suicide because I thought that maybe I could help
that just because I wasn't saved didn't mean that I couldn't save someone else.
But how can the lost help the lost?
how could I be your shield if I can't shield myself?
how can I hold you in my hands
if they're callused and uncertain?
how can I bring you towards the light
if I'm holding the curtain?
how can I stop you from doing self harm if self harm is all I know?
The mental abuse, the physical strain
I just can't let it go
I care about you all
and I know that some of you will disagree
but no matter how long I wait
no one will care for me
everyone that I let in
I remove my mask
because I think that 'maybe this one's different'
maybe this one'll last
maybe this one's the one
the person who will care for me
who'll take me in with open arms
and won't decide to leave
but ha fooled again
Life you big jokester you
you get me EVERY time
but this time I'll get you
I won't lead you on anymore
I won't give you ONE more chance
everyone GOES sometime,
This is my last dance.
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
