My parents hit me until I cry
After that I just want to die
I get yelled at for nothing
Cause of them I'll never be something
They're the reason my wrist turned red
They're the reason I cut and cry in bed
They made me into who I am
Damn.
They're the reason I tired to suicide
They're the reason I almost died
I tied the rope and stood on my bed
Then put the rope around my head
I jumped and had no breath
Thought I finally met death
Once I almost died
I had a change of mind
Reached back for my bed
Before I was dead
I thought life would get better
I have to live live with that memory forever
I was wrong
I'm not that strong
I locked the rope away
But it sings my name everyday
I ignore it as best as I can
But my life has no plan
No meaning
It gets louder everyday
And one day
I think I'm going to say
Okay.
But next time
I'll use a chair
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Poems...
PoetryPoems about depression and suicide. Poems about my feelings. I add new chapters almost daily. These poems are created by me.
