She sits on the floor,
Tears rolling down her face.
She wants to leave
And go to that better place
Far away from this hell.
Those around her claim their love to her,
But none ever prove it.
When she needs comfort the most,
No one is there to hold her.
Ever night she spends alone,
Wishing for someone to hold her close
And tell her everything will be right,
That she needs to hold on through the night.
But no one is ever there.
They never were anyways.
True, there were people who claimed to care,
But in truth,
They don't.
They're just curious.
She sits on the floor,
Tears rolling down her face.
She wants to leave
And go to that better place
Far away from this hell.
There, in a crippled pile, she wonders.
"Does anyone really love me?
Am I really loved?
If so, then why am I so lonely?
Why am I alone here?
Why am I destroyed?
Why am I dead..?"
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I'm Just tired
PoetryThe word "suicide" have been passed around and even appeared in my mind before. What causes "suicide"? Bullying. Abuse. Depression. Pain. Neglect. And so on. These are some of my poems on suicide and the thoughts that have passed through my head. I...
