No friends,
No people wanting me to stay alive.
No family that wants me here,
No people wanting me to breathe.
Just enemies,
Yelling at my face to pull the trigger.
Just demons,
Screaming inside my head to drawn.
No God, just the Devil.
Telling me to come join his side.
So, tell me,
Am I a bad person for wanting to die?
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
