Laying lifeless on an empty bed
Feeling lost inside her head
Thinking about many ways to die,
She holds no reason to be alive.
Days and nights, she cries and weeps
Then she finally decided to sleep
And kept her thoughts from getting deep
The endless cycle of her grief.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.
She hates herself,
She hates her life,
She hates people,
She just wanna die.
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Pounding Head and Beatless Heart: Short Poems
PoesiaOne's journey of attempting to be a writer by writing short, relatable poems.
