These thoughts are getting to me. I can't take anymore.
The negative is outweighing the positive and I'm afraid.
Afraid to close my eyes in fear that I'll see the pill bottle in the bathroom cabinet.
Afraid to see the rushing waves of the water below my feet.
Could I? Should I?
Will they find out why? Or come up with their own theory?
Will the pain ease? Or keep me trapped?
Could I? Should I?
I feel used and dirty. Unimportant and Unwanted.
They send a smile my way and an "Everything will be fine. I'm here."
But they aren't. And it's getting hard to hold on.
The rope is fraying. My hands are sore. My arms hurt from holding myself up.
Could I? Should I?
"Something is wrong with you!" They love to shout.
That indeed I know.
A stage, if you will. One that I will never grow out of.
You can't run from it. It will find you.
Where there is despair, there it is.
Watching. Waiting.
Dragging you down.
Could I? Should I?
"You should." Whispered the world.
"You couldn't!" Taunted your mind.
You did.
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The Darker Side- A Collection Of poems
PoetryFreeverse poems of the deepest and darkest thoughts in our minds. ⚠WARNING ⚠: These poems are triggering! If you struggle w/ self harm, depression, and suicide than DO NOT READ. A lot of this stuff is written when my own self imaging issues and dep...
