Times like these i want to die.
Honestly,
i've spent too much time on crying.
I tried my best.
And let people step on me.
I've put up with other's needs
and ignored my inner voice.
I wish i didn't exist.
Why waste oxygen on an unfortunate soul.
But picture this,
a nine year old girl considering suicide by pills.
a thirteen year old girl ready to kill herself at 3am.
a fourteen year old girl cutting her arms.
a fifteen year old girl smoking and getting wasted.
a sixteen year old girl...right back at point 1,2,3 and 4 all mixed in one.
That's where i am right now.
All points of my life mixed all together.
The demons in my head are telling me yes.
Yes to cutting.
Yes to smoking.
Yes to drinking.
And
yes to death.
Right now,
i'm going to give in.
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Melancholy with a side of Misery (#Wattys2016)
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