You sit at your desk writing
Your last letter in this life.
This letter isn't to a good old friend
But rather a pretext about your death.
You tell your self nobody cares.
They won't miss you when your gone.
No one will even notice.
So you keep on writing
Your last hours all planned out.
No one will care.
Your mom will be happy,
You can't fuck things up now.
But what happens when you watch her, walk into you room.
Fall to the floor,
And cry at the sight of your pallid body.
She doesn't care,
Those tears are fake, right?
What about your friends
Who will fall into a depression,
And wonder why you left.
They don't care, right?
Your whole friendship was based on lies.
Your letter is written nicely
And the tears trickle down you face
You think of all the memories you had,
And all the hard times you've faced
No one cared enough to keep you out of this situation
So what would it matter if you followed through.
Nobody cares!
Those words consume your mind.
But darling you don't see
how everyone cares,
In the rhythm of time.
YOU ARE READING
Not so average poetry
PoetryPoems of Suicide, depression, body image, self harm, insecurities, ect. Some are triggering so please take any warnings seriously. Many are written in first person, but they don't refer to myself. If you have any suggestions or ideas let me know. En...
