I tap,
Once,
Twice,
Three times.
Standing in my living room alone,
Killing myself with words that are in my head,
Wishing my mind wasn't so fucked up.
Because everybody gets tired of the suicidal girl,
Tired of repeating the same words.
It will be fine,
You're a good person,
I care.
Shut up!
You're lying.
You're lying through you teeth.
Because I know, oh, I know,
No matter how insane I become,
I know.
People grow tired of people like me,
Worthless, talentless, suicidal girls
That for once in their life just want to feel loved.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
