All I want,
To be completely honest with you,
Is to be dead.
I remember as a little girl
I imagined being in this world,
Happy.
And grinning ear to ear.
Oh,
How much I'd disappoint that little girl
I used to dream of being in love,
But now my only love
Is the pain I feel
As a razor is dragged across my flesh
I long to feel the sweet release
As my own blood trickles onto the floor
I feel nothing but the sting.
My bitter sweet escape.
Poor little girl.....
If only...
If only you knew
What you'd turn into
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Poems for the Suicidal
PoetryPoems I've written, from the point of view of someone facing depression, anxiety, etc.
