My Hands are rough
And my Eyes are tired
My mouth is dry
And my bones to dust
Bearing down on me
Take this away from me
Please.
I'm hungry
I'm Lonely
I'm dying Inside
Trying to hold it in..
But It pushes through
Each Night I have cried
Pull my hair out
And dig out my eyes
In this Fatigue I am drowning
Let me be
Please
In you i confide
Don't speak to me
I am too tired
I just need to sleep
And get away from this life
But for me . I have no chance
Because My body has died
So now my Bed is a grave
And my life was a lie.
YOU ARE READING
Cant you see?Dont you Care?
PoetryThis was 2 years ago when I was contemplating suicide