I get myself into stuff I'm not sure I want
I feel sick to the stomach then I cry all night
When I try to mention suicide, they'll say "no you're not"
I'm not even gonna do it, but because of that, I might.
I try to stay and talk.
Say a word or two
I never know what to do
So I just stare and stalk
When trouble comes ahead,
A million things go on in my head
A shiver down my spine
Another meltdown in my mind
A bullet and a gun
Try to put the safety on
I have guns for hands
Another suicide planned
Shake your head to rid the thoughts
My stomach is filled with knots
"Just try and keep it together"
But I'm always under pressure
I'm a huge giant mess up
I fuck things up at the startup
I'm a terrible terrible person
For that, I deserve a hurting.
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
