I keep spilling some bullshits not because I'm just trying hard to be cool,
but because this is my only way..I just can't handle the taughts in my head ..
I'm getting tired in every day life,
I'm so done to give some fake smile to the people around me,
Assuring them that i am completely fine, but the truth is I'm dying inside..A battle against myself,
Every taught is a bullet,
Every movement is a punch.Depression is a murder.
It killed the girl i used to beI used to seek for some help..
Believe me, i really tried so hard..But no one really cares.
They just don't care.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Note
Poetry"Suicide Note" It's hard to write one when your tears are blurring your vision.