Why did it have to be me
When it came down to parents i always tried to be a good bee 🐝
I stayed out if everyone's one way
Until one day.....
I couldn't watch anymore
He slapped her around and called her a whore
HE liked to see her suffer to see her get beaten,till her heart didn't beat and there was no pulse found...
As i looked at the floor in defeat
Tears running down my face and falling onto my ankle brace
I was cursed i'm not supposed to be here.
Everyone deserves second chances but not this one
I can't stand it anymore
The pain is constantly tearing at my skin
Therefore, I am slowly dying
Inside i am crying but i cannot show it
Everyone will think I'm weak and then ill blow it
Inhale exhale the colorful smoke and get high till the colors mix in with the sky.
I'm trying..Mother I'm trying but I'm slowly dying
I don't know what's the best way to go out
Heard the doctors say that they had to pull the plug today
I took my final breath before I had to say
'Ill see u soon mom'
-£G
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Poetry
PoesíaThese are poems that I wrote to cope with my depression ...just comment and leave likes or you can do what almost everyone else does and just keep scrolling.... If not HAPPY READING
