When its hard to breath that's when I know,
I have no one else to breath for.
And all along I didn't live for myself,
I lived for everyone else,
So they can never run out of oxygen to breath in,
Cause if they do,
They will die
But who was selfish?
Me for wanting them to live,
Or them for taking my last breath anyway.
Maybe some would think it was me.
Because I would do anything so they don't leave me all alone.
Others would think they where selfish because they didn't care every time I died,
And all they had cared about was that they lived long enough.
Even if it meant killing someone else.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
