No one knows
No one cares
That's what I've always been told.
She tells me this.
Everyday.
She simply won't
Go away.
That stupid voice in my head.
Pushing me closer
And closer
And closer
To the edge.
Everyday.
Every night.
All the time.
Always a fight.
I lose.
Always a battle.
I can't win.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PoetryNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
