i don't need a second chance
to try and kill myself
it's all or nothing for me
if i can't pull it off
i aint gon try it
if im ready to do it
my parents will wake up
to a bedroom soaked in blood
a bed perfectly made
a spotless floor
and clean shiny windows
their dead son
arms folded
smiling
free of pain hatred sorrow
self inflicted wounds
no suicide note
or maybe there is one
he told it to them
it was his goodbye last night
they never knew
didnt couldnt realize
through their stupid
dumb dumb
crazy busy thoughts
i wouldnt have noticed either gonestly
isnt that fuckinn sad
someones bodys dying inside
we dont seem to care or notice
YOU ARE READING
jellyfish hearts
Poésiethese poems are all of my unfinished works from Wattpad, and then some. i hope you enjoy xo
