Everyone today
Puts a gun to their head
And everyone today
Says they wish they were dead
But not me
Because I believe
That life goes on
But maybe it's just a dream
Because everytime I wake
And look up again
I keep on living
Doing the same old thing
And I revolve
Like a broken record
I play no noise
And it's never any better
But everyone today
Holds blades to their wrists
Cutting very deeply
With no regrets
Except me
But now I don't believe
That life goes on
No, not for me
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A Cry For Help
PoetryAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
