Haven't been feeling the same,
These bitches drive me insane.
Can't help but fucking cry,
Really wanna fucking die.
Can't do shit about how I'm feeling,
Time won't do the fucking healing.
Been feeling so damn numb lately,
Don't know how to handle myself safely.
Always thinking about leaveing it all behind,
Missing all my chances while I'm lost in my mind.
I know if I'm gone, nobody will react,
But I was stupid enough to make suicide pacts.
Not even sure if they'll even keep em,
Half of them are fake bitches I can't believe em.
Little do they know my wrists are stained red,
They may not agree but I'm better off dead.
Sunday I might have fucking tried,
Broke the fan with a rope I fucking tied.
Hiding all my scars with a fake ass smile,
Trying to find a death free trial.
People seem to think I'm okay,
Funny how they can't see I'm feeling this way.
I'm not religious but y'all got me to fucking pray,
Now I hope you hear the pain in every fucking word I say.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Okay. I'm Sorry.
Poetrythis is just an outlet for some of my poetry and poetic thoughts. my mindsets and my perspective. i can tell you now that it won't all rhyme. don't expect perfection. enjoy, i guess. xx 💕
