Finger to the trigger
Pressed against my head
I wonder if they'll miss me
Or even notice when I'm dead
Cold blade against my skin
The blood is warm and thick
Will they have seen it coming?
WI'll my death make them sick?
A hand full of pills
Enough to numb the pain
I wonder when I'm dead
How many friends I will gain
Will they gather at my funeral?
Will they scream and ask God why?
Will they wonder how they missed it?
Will they sit at my grave and cry?
Why didn't she ask for help?
Why didn't she reach out?
She always seemed so happy
What was this all about?
Does anyone even notice?
Does anyone even care?
I'm screaming out in silence
Cause no one's ever there
I'm standing on the edge
I'm hanging on by a thread
Just one step closer
And I'll be dead
Someone please come save me
Don't let me die alone
Take me by the hand
Keep me safe, lead me home
YOU ARE READING
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Poésie*warning* you might regret reading this. My mind is a very dark place. Trigger warning. Suicide. Side note I am not suicidal please don't worry about that.
