These poems are getting very depressing.
I'm sorry. I'm just pissed at everything right now and I guess it's coming out as depression when I write.
So, yeah.
Like I said, this one is depressing. Trigger warning.
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I have most of the letters written
I just need to find the perfect time
To kill myself
In my prime
Oh, look
Mom and dad are out
Let me find those pain killers
And let me overdose, with no pout
As I wait for eternal rest
I wonder what happened
To the girl who was happy
To the girl who would be loved
The world drifts away
And now I'm dead and gone
Parents, a few hours later
Find a dead daughter at home
Take me to the hospital
Found out it was too late
They weep and read my later
And they felt my unrelenting hate
They have the rest of them
To my various friends
Some of them cried
Some of them ended it
My best friend stares at the ceiling
Wondering what happened
To the girl I always pretended to me
The girl who seemed to be needed
My other friends wander
Lost and confused and unhappy
Because why did I kill myself
Wasn't I okay being me
I guess this might happen
May or may not be true
But if I died
Would you cry, too
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That last question isn't necessarily directed at you readers, but if you want to answer you can in the comments.
-Kat
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