I feel like I'm getting huge.
I'm inflating from all the rage and dispare I feel
I'm like a balloon at a child's birthday,
I could blow up at any time.
Exploding into a million pieces that can never be found and put back together.
The day I'll kill myself will be overly normal
Sun will rise, birds will sing, life will go on as it usually would
I'm mostly impulsive and unpredictable so I won't even know that'll be my last day on Earth.
I will come back home and that'll be it.
I'll make the decision and it will all be over.
And the moment I realise what I've done and regret it, it'll be too late.
I will try to get help but the cuts will already be too deep
I will think about everyone I'm scared to lose and I will hate myself
Because that day, I will be selfish.
I will only think about how I feel at this moment
All of my promises will be erased
All of the people who've ever helped me will be decieved
That will be the day I hate myself the most
I will hate myself because I abandoned after trying to live for so long
And all the reasons above are the reasons I'll do my best so that day won't come.
--MadAsMyMind
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Poems, Texts And Anecdotes Defining Me
PoetryThese will be simple texts where I let my feelings show. I will talk about what it is to live with anxiety and self harming for me. I am extremely sorry if I make any mistakes, I'm French :)