Why do I continue
To live
When all I can do
Is think about ending it?
How can you live
With the thoughts of death
Sound so tempting?
I can barely eat
Without feeling worthless
And all of my dreams
And thoughts
Are haunted by my demons
And I'm stuck
Silently screaming
Close to the edge
And ready to jump off.
I'm tired of relying
On a razor blade
To make me feel better
I'm tired of trying to be strong
When I'm actually falling apart
But most of all
I'm tired of lying
To everyone.
I'm just so tired
I might just
Take my own life.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
