"Hey, are you okay? You seem depressed.. Are you upset over something?"
No, I'm not okay.
My past haunts me.
The pain is starting to consume me.
I've become too weak to handle it.
I'm hurting from the betrayl.
I'm dying from the ignorance.
I'm becoming a vitcim to this life.
The world has become a battle ground,
And I'm the target.
Yes, I am depressed.
I'm on the edge and ready to fall.
Fall,
Fall,
Fall.
Deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper.
Deeper into the darkness of my mind.
Deeper into my self pity.
Deeper into my soul.
Yes, I'm upset.
I'm also done.
I'm done with the feeling of feeling so damn broken.
The names of the past have come to haunt me.
Useless.
Worthless.
Stupid.
Dumb.
Whore.
Slut.
Cunt.
Dumbass.
Hoe.
Piece of shit.
A waste of air.
A waste of space.
Fat.
Ugly.
"I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired.."
Tired of life..
Tired of pain..
Tired of the sickness consuming me..
Tired of pretending to always be okay..
Tired of the happiness people have..
But most of all..
Tired of plan living...
YOU ARE READING
I'm Just tired
PoetryThe word "suicide" have been passed around and even appeared in my mind before. What causes "suicide"? Bullying. Abuse. Depression. Pain. Neglect. And so on. These are some of my poems on suicide and the thoughts that have passed through my head. I...