My chest is way too tight,
My lungs can't move to breath,
And I can't stop telling myself,
They wouldn't notice if I leave.
Their lives would continue the same,
I'm just a mess in their way,
And no matter how hard I try,
I can't think of one reason to stay.
Maybe a few would miss me,
One or two at most,
But they will forget and move on,
They'll all forget the kid who overdosed.
A/N
As you can tell, my day's been great.
But I hope all of you have had a better day.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poesía//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
