My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery

Thirteen

Leave me there,

at the end,

no-one cares,

I'm no-one's friend.

Keep it cool,

keep it calm,

but all I think of,

is self-harm. 

They won't care,

when I die,

'cos I'm the one,

that didn't try. 

2nd of October,

will be the date,

I'm tired of all,

the fucking hate. 

This is my time,

I can fight no more,

I'm destined to lose,

this inner war. 

Don't shed a tear,

not a single one,

I don't deserve it,

'cos I'll be long gone.

Please understand,

that I tried my best,

but it was always fate,

that made me depressed.

I hope you all live,

as best as you can,

even if,

you never gave a damn. 

I'll watch over you,

when you're feeling sad,

 I know I've hurt you,

and I'm sorry for that.

But this is my end,

and my time has come,

I've had my ups and downs,

but this life is done. 

A/N: To be honest, I'm not sure if this is fact or fiction.