Sometimes I wake up with a heavy heart
with a headache that throbs for hours
with my red lines on the side of my eyes
and a red stuffy nose
and I dread
Everyday
That turns into those nights
And makes waking up miserable.
now sometimes I think,
"What if?"
what if I got with him
And not with the guy I am with now"What if"
I wouldn't be an overthinking bitch.
"What if"
I was genuinely happy.
what if I successfully killed myself that night
These tears wouldn't have fell on my pillows
my makeup wouldn't have been smudged
I would've been with no one
I would've not have to overthink
I would be in peace
I would finally be happy .
and I would not dread
Every day
That I wake up.
what if I tried killing myself again
and I actually went through with it?
I would never
Have tears
For no one to dryI would never
overthink
To the fact I cutI would never
Have to worry about making my mommy proudI would never
Have to be good enough for people in my school.I would just
be laying
In a coffin
6feet underground,
with no one to bring me flowersbut no one to cry over anymore
what if
I could finally rest
And end it all.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts That Chew
Poetryyou can't be perfect no one can Even if they look perfect Everyone has their own story.