I'm so done.
I'm so fucking done.
Death,
Loss,
Sorrowful tragedy's.
One after the other.
Please just make it stop.
I swear people can hear the screams of pure agony that echo through my mind,
Yet I continue to sit in silence,
Letting my mind slowly consume me.
And no I don't want to talk about it.
No I don't want a shoulder to cry on.
I need people to stop telling me it'll get better.
I already know that.
Tell me how to deal with it now.
How to fix my problems now.
Give me a reason to not see how many pills I can swallow at once.
I need someone to save me now.
So don't ask me to show you my scars.
Don't ask me if I'm ok.
Because you already know the answer,
I want to do away with the exerts of false emotion, saying that you care.
Away with the side hugs and sympathetic smiles.
Don't say that you care if you don't.
Because I'm done.
I'm so fucking done.
~maddie
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Colorful Silence
PoetryStories of a quiet girl, with a loud mind. All of these pieces are mine so please give me credit if you decide to quote part of it. These stories mean a lot to me and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! This d...
