I didn't ask for this
I mean
Who would, right?
Who would ask to
Suffer everyday from self-hatred
Not being able to talk without lying
Never not faking a smile
Who would
Wish that upon themselves
Wish that upon others
Yet we do it
everyday
every minute,
second,
hour
Wishing
to end it
our lives
our suffering
Wishing to die from suicide
YOU ARE READING
Voices
PoetryAll my suicidal poetry, that I've written, put together in one. © All Rights Reserved. 2014.
