Poems for the Broken.

Suicidal Thoughts (June 8, 2018)

Why even try anymore if there's nothing to live for?
No matter how many tears you cry, they'll never ask you why.
Go tie that noose, and make sure it's not too loose.
It's not about the words they say, it's about how you didn't try anyway.
You expect them to care? Why, half of them were never there.
The voices in your mind rant; "kill yourself," they begin to chant.
You tried to believe every love song; but in the end, all of them were wrong.
Love is not about being happy; it's not all kissy and sappy.
Love is destruction; one heartbreak leads to eruption.
You're collapsing, with every breath you take; "i'm sorry," then you break.
There's no way he still loves you; that's why you are so blue.
Mum told you not to fall in love; your heart will be pulled and shoved.
But, you didn't even listen; your rosy cheeks begin to glisten.
Your best option is suicide, since your heart and soul have already died.
Make sure the gun has ammo; luckily for you, it's almost time to go.
And before you take another breath; lay back down and imagine death.