I'm screaming. My throats going sore.
I'm freaking out. I can't breathe.
My voice is scratchy and horrible.
"SOMEBODY! HELP ME PLEASE!"
But nobody hears a thing. Nobody is listening.
They just sit there. Talking to each other.
It's like I'm not even here, like I'm not even alive anymore. I spend my days locked inside my head and when I come out everyone bullies me back in.
I just want to live. To do something with my pathetic life.
"LOOK AT ME! I'm right fucking here"
My throat closes.
I start to cry but the tears won't come out. They just stay on the edge.
The water starts coming. Suddenly I'm trapped in a glass box in the middle of the room. Like they are watching me drown.
"Don't just stand th--"
I choked on water. It's rising too fast.
Maybe I won't fight.
I'll just wait till I'm completely under water. After all that's what they want. It's not like they are just going to stop.
It's getting close....
3...
2..
1.
That's it.
I guess I should say goodbye even though nobody can hear me... I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I'm sorry you wanted me dead for so long and that I just kept holding on. I hope you'll be happy.
Tell my mum I love her.
Tell my dad that he'll be okay.
Tell my sisters that I'll be there with them always.
Tell my brothers I'll be there when they have their first heartbreak.
Tell my boyfriend he'll see me again soon.
Tell my cat to come join me soon, too.
I guess that's it then. Sorry if I missed you. Bye world.
Deep breath.
And I'm off....
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
