"Just let me die" I say as I'm lying on my bed.
Just let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die.
Tears roll in and they couldn't be controlled, couldn't go away. I stare at my precious plants as I cry and repeat the words I can't stop saying for the past five minutes.
Let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die.
I feel paralyzed as I repeat the same sentence over and over again. The only thing moving besides my lips are my nails against my skin, slowly tearing it apart.
Just let me die, let me die, let me die.
My mother comes into the room; "are you feeling okay?" She asks.
"Im perfectly fine" I just want to die.
I put a smile on my face and she goes away, and I break into tears once again.
My hip starts to burn as my nails keep digging into my skin like a dog excited to dig dirt. Flakes of skin starts to peel into my fingernails.
I become paralyzed again, I stop scratching and stare at the ceiling for what felt like five minutes again.
When I come back, I think about napping and wait until I lost conscious.
Thank god I couldn't think anymore. I couldn't handle it anymore.
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Alone With My Thoughts
PoetryThoughts that cannot be spoken. *Edited from late-night thoughts i posted in 2017. These poems were written at the top of my head, no thinking involved, just my thoughts taking over my hands in my writing. I was in a dark place at this time and writ...
