There's no one to miss when I'm no longer here,
sure im alive but I'm living in fear,
a constant state of worry and dread,
things would be better if I were dead,
for whats the point in living a life,
if all im doing is living a lie,
should I give up, give in and die,
we're all going there sooner or later,
so why live through the bullies and haters,
the ones me make in our own minds,
and run into, eyes shut, blind,
facing the consequences later in time,
we push on through this thing called life,
why not save the suffering and grab that knife,
it could be over know if you so choose,
what have you got? there's nothing to loose
YOU ARE READING
Self harm poems
PuisiJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
