terrified of death
but so sick of life
you want me to live
but i just wanna die
i'm so sick of this
and these cuts on my wrists
aren't changing the way
that i feel every day
drugs only pause
the things that go on
and when i'm not high
i don't feel alright
never wanna wake up
always tired as fuck
even if i get sleep
i always feel weak
because the pain isn't mental
it's physical too
and none of this pain
is ever because of you
i don't wanna talk
i don't wanna walk
i don't wanna eat
i never get sleep
i'm sick of this life
i ready to die
but whenever i try
i'm scared of the knife
so kill me please
or end my pain
cuz i'm tired of this life
driving me insane
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Okay. I'm Sorry.
Poetrythis is just an outlet for some of my poetry and poetic thoughts. my mindsets and my perspective. i can tell you now that it won't all rhyme. don't expect perfection. enjoy, i guess. xx 💕
