I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to say.
I can say that I don't want to be here anymore.
I can say that I want to bleed until I can't anymore.
I can say that I want to swallow all the pills that are on my nightstand.
I can say that I want to be selfish and end this.
I can say that these feelings in my brain and my heart are right. The more I think about, if I kill myself; all of my problems will vanish.
I know how you say that I mean something to you, but I don't mean anything to myself. I never learned how to love myself. I'm mad at that.
It's harder than I thought it would be.
I hate this weather all it does it put me in a bad mood. I don't want to throw all of my problems on you so that's why you're reading this now. I'm so fucking tired.
YOU ARE READING
for you
PoetryI wrote this for you: just the words. I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and for you only. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it. They may think they get it, but they don't.
