Hey guys... I'm about to give up on everything.. I'm close on giving up. I'm losing everyone around me, nobody needs me, nobody cares, nobody will notice me because I'm invisible... I'm done. This poem isn't for me to get attention. I just want everyone to know that I might be gone and my stories will still be here for you to read and remember who I was. Who I use to be. I'm tired of being strong when I know that me being 'ok' was a lie. I'm really tired of lying or being a fake..Should I give up? I just want to know if you guys don't care.
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Wrists aren't for bracelets.
Their for cutting.
The only motivation I need.
The only happiness I have left.
The numbing feels nothing.
It feels empty; like my heart.
Wait, I'm sorry.
I forgot, I have no heart anymore.
They all fell into pieces leaving me with nothing.
I don't care anymore.
Razor, your the only one I have...
The only thing I need..
I pick you up,
I let you cut deep,
Making me faint,
Losing a lot of blood,
And dies.
I love you razor, even though your sharpness killed me.
I know you'll still be with me.
Even if I died... ❤️
