Poems

That damn train

Do I even matter?

What if my friend never stolen my opportunity?

What if she never stolen my phone and called my parents?

My parents don't care.

They just think I'm faking it.

"Your proud of yourself aren't you?" To the child shaking and crying while getting put in suicide watch.

They say I'm giving up too easily.

Trust me..

I gave up way before they even thought twice about their child crying in a room giving up everyday.

Every fucking day.

Wanting to hurt more than the cuts I sustained my self.

Wanting to bleed more.

Wanting to finish the job.

Wanting to feel.

No.

Wanting to die.

I think about that damn train every day regretting failing to stand in front of it.. it would be a quick bloody death.

That's what I need.

Death.

I'm done.

I can't do this.

Maybe another day...