You: Why did you want to kill yourself?
Me: Its a long story
You: I want to help you
Me: You can't
You: Well I'm gonna try anyways
Me: Yeah you will, maybe for a week or a couple. But then you will get tired, and when I finally feel close enough, and tell you my problems. You will say you will get me help, and you make empty promises, and tell me it will get better. Nothing will happen, and nothing will change.
You will get tired of me, because people always will. And I'm gonna realize, that I shouldn't have said anything, and I shouldn't have opened up. We will grow apart, and you won't ask anymore, of how I am. Soon after we will see each other, and act like nothing happened. You left me, like everybody else does. Everyone gives up on me, and I mean everyone. It gets awkward, and there will be nothing left. You won't even realize I tried to kill myself, again.
Your closest friends leave you. And you are left to wonder what you did to deserve this.
You can't help me.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
