somedays i want to sleep and
never wake up. days that are so
hard i can barley even speak
without dying a little inside.the crying begins and so does the
cutting. the wishing that i was gone
and wanting everyone to forget
about me.forget about my smile, laugh,
and the way i would light
up the room
without anyone knowing
i wanted to end my life in front of there eyes.i always wished that
everyone loved me
for me. wished i could be the
best i could be.
but no one really cared for me.i sit there and cut my wrist,
wrap up the pain and move on
with my day. all they
ask is if i'm okay.
i give them the same
answer with a fake smile.
'i'm okay i promise'.i lie not knowing why. i know it's bad. i only do it so no
one can worry about me.
in reality i need
them to worry about
me. so if i do die they could wish i could come back alive.
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crushed dreams
Poetrysome dumb poems i made. hope you enjoy they're really trash i'm sorry about that.