You can't feel like this.
Only I can.
I guess that's my downfall.
I'm a hypocrite.
You have to keep your chin up
While I cry in a corner.
When you break I break,
When I break I bleed.
I care about you
But you can't help me.
A knife cuts out the pain -
The blood is my relief.
Make me choose -
Smoking or the knife?
You don't like either
But nothing else helps.
How can they
Without a diagnosis?
If I'm like this
In my 20s
Then fuck it,
I'm done.
Bye bye birdy,
See you in hell.
Suicide is a sin.
Bullying isn't.
I'll cope with their shit
If there's a resolve.
Oh, there isn't?
Consider me gone.
You have to get better,
Fight through this all.
My end
Is your beginning.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryMy random pieces of poetry, both inspired by depression and the happiness that makes me fight on.
