Look, I can't even lie, I've been wanting to die, I've been looking people in the eye and thinking they are full of life that they are feeling alive. So why can't I....don't you realize the persecution I've been through and felt. You can't see it because when a cop looks at me I'm fearing worse than a belt. I'm a god fearing man and I know where I'm trying to go..Everytime I turn on the news I see something else that makes me want to commit suicide and just let other people deal with my woes. I'm so fucking done with life. I think I might've met my wife but I don't think she can find all the scars from that dull knife... kill me now, give me a pill, my unsaid vows, couldn't get a deal, I want knives in my gut, a gun to my head, I'm in a fucking rut, but everyone knows nobody loves you till your dead
I can't be brought back to life... I can only burn longer. Fights with family yea that's a real bummer. Suicide all in my head, do I go back to the hospital or like I said stay dead. I wanna fight and break everything in front of me. But if I do I'll kill everything and that's something that I do not want in my mind. Why do I feel this way.... why I am I like this.... oh I know because my thoughts betrayed me.
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Sadness
PoetryLife took a toll yesterday day. Here's what I wrote. I was crying so if it doesn't rhyme I'm sorry