The easiest things to write about
Are things that we're going through.
I'll tell you you're weak,
So that I can feel brave,
Another day starts,
And I'm forced to move anyways.
Now please tell me,
Why can nobody see you?
I'm creating a suicide wish,
I'm fighting with something
That doesn't exist.
How am I losing?
What am I choosing?
Am I making my fate,
Will I jump off a bridge,
Will I drown in your faith?
Will my name be replaced
With one twice as long
Until I can't breathe,
Repeat the same song.
Today marks the day
I write my name on a grave
Then a day or two passes
And I still couldn't be saved;
So just in case
It's already too late
Remember to remember me,
Save the date.
Febuary 20, 2002,
My name is depression,
And who are you?
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— a memoir ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PuisiThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
