Every second
Of every day,
I think
About the most
Awful things.
What if I
Had a heart attack
And died right
Here, in
The classroom?
What if someone
Came in and
Shot me,
Right here?
What if I went
Home and
Did it myself?
What if I
Killed myself?
And I can't
Stop the thoughts.
Despite all
That's happened
Recently,
Despite all
The reasons I've
Been given to
Be happy,
I can't help
Wanting to die.
(A/N)
My nana's dog died today and this really sucks. I was sitting in my room for almost an hour just listening to my mom crying downstairs.
Also, I'm publishing this right after a panic attack so it's a little darker than my recent crap.
It's driving me fucking insane that nobody knows what's happening inside me but I don't really know how to tell anyone.
Anyway- I'm going to go now. Bye.
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Poems
PoetryI wrote poems regularly for about two years to get me through a particularly hard time on my life, and here they are. (Don't read if swearing/possible triggers are a problem for you.)
