Sitting on my bed crying
Gun in my hand,
I'm tired of trying
Tired of pretending that I'm ok
Tired of sitting here,
not knowing what to say
I don't know what to do
Don't have a place to run too
My friends don't help
They just make me feel worse
Like I'm not already dead on the inside
“Do this Raee” “do that Raee”
“You're depressed cause you don't get out”
That's not what my life is about
If I take a drive, I'll kill myself
If I walk the dog, I'll kill myself
WHY DON’T THEY UNDERSTAND?
I’m trying my best
Long days, I get no rest
If this is a test,
I've failed at life In my nightstand,
I keep a knife cut myself to take the pain away
It'll be the death of me one day
Nobody to talk too
They don't listen
Or they just don't care
I wouldn't either,
just to be fair
I'm running out of patience
All out of strength
I can no longer think
My life will be over as soon as I blink
People don't do shit but watch me sink
It's ok
Tear drops falling on this paper
Loaded my gun
No my brain is trying to run
It's been fun
But now, I'm done
I'm tired
I tried
Put this gun to my head
No I lay here lifeless
I'm dead
Raee
YOU ARE READING
volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
