I scream for help,
yet you refuse to listen.
You want to act like I'm okay.
Well I'm not.
I'm falling apart,
limb by limb,
tendon by tendon.
My heart is breaking.
My arms are bleeding,
and you turn a blind eye to it all.
My throat is is burning
from screaming all these years.
You actually gave up.
You no longer care.
Why is it you pretend
like it's all fine?
Why do you pretend I'm not dying
second by second,
day by day?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Suicidal Girl
De TodoThese are poems I've written through out the years. Please proceed with caution, trigger warning. These poems represent different things I felt while struggling through depression. They represent things I've done, and things I've experienced. Some...
