My Little Poetry Book

Gone

I'm hearing them again.
All it took was a simple phrase.
To put my mind into this maze.
"Nobody cares go die."
I just might die tonight.
I can't put up with this fight.
Fat
Ugly
Stupid
Go kill yourself
Nobody will care
Worthless
Nobody will miss you anyway.
They keep coming.
They're consuming me now.
Affecting the way I live.
And right now life is shit.
I can't keep them out.
I'm bleeding now.
You could've told me you cared.
Even if it was a lie.
'I'm sorry I called you a whore'
No sorry won't cut it.
Not this time.
You opened my wounds.
You let me bleed.
Now I can't even enjoy my favorite things.
I'm tired.
Going to sleep.
To never wake up again.
I'm gone.
~Stormer