Bad Poetry for Nobody But Me

Pity

I don't want your pity.

I never talk about what I'm feeling because people assume I'm trying to make them pity me when I just want them to understand. I want to die and no one cares, no ones noticed. No one ever does. I've wanted to die for as long as I can remember. I've always wanted to die. When I was little I never saw myself making it to ten. Then sixteen. When I turned sixteen I couldn't see myself making it to eighteen. Now I can barely see myself making it to tomorrow, I don't need your pity.

I've never needed it. I've made it without pity my entire life. No one saw the broken child I was and decided to help. Nobody. I've made it through on spite and rage alone and I will continue to do so.

Am I supposed to apologize for telling you how I feel? Because I want to kill myself and that makes you feel bad? You just don't want to deal with it. You don't want to fucking face the truth for what it is. So you tell me to stop guilt tripping. To stop pity-searching. I'll stop. I'll give you the comfort of ignorance to my mind while you rest at night.

I never needed you anyways.

I don't want your pity.

Keep it.