Why can't you see?
That my mind is killing me?Why can't you see?
That dead is what I want to be?Why can't you see?
That all I have to do is hold my breath and count to three?Why would you want to?
You wouldn't want to see what I want to do.Why would you care?
You shouldn't, it's not fair.Why should you stay?
Don't, have a nice day.Why should I live?
I shouldn't, I have nothing else to give.
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Dark Poems
PoesíaMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...