In a way I just feel dead already.
My insides are shattered and my heart has been ripped to confetti.
I will put on my brave mask and never let anyone know.
These scars on my body will never be shown.
If I were to give up everything,
If I were to chop myself off from living,
Would you still look at me the same.
If I cut my throat and stood in the mirror til life slipped away,
If I put a gun to my temple and decided life wasn't worth living,
Would you still look at me with hope filled eyes?
No.
I would forever be the monster implanted in your brain.
If I don't die soon I will forever search for ways to numb the internal pain.
Damn it.
Fuck it.
I give up.
It's time to let go.
Adios mis amigos.
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Ik Ik I said I wouldn't be posting anymore poems! I can explain! I just find myself completely attracted to this book of poems...what do y'all think? Comment please?
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My Poems
PoesieA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
