Have you ever wanted to die?
More times than I can count, I reply
Do you think of those you'll leave behind?
You know what, that never really crossed my mind.
Do you think you will be happy in death?
I'm not sure, they say my soul will never rest.
What purpose will it serve?
I need to hurry I'm losing nerve.
Have you heard a word I've said?
I think the world is better with me dead.
What will become of me when you have left?
Then your mind can finally rest.
Are you thinking of anyone other than you?
You would never understand you know this is true.
Will you please think again?
You can't help me, this is my sin.
YOU ARE READING
Poemz
PoésieWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
