I hate the words
No one would miss me
Including when they come from my mouth
Because it's like I'm fifty different people
In one body
Because I know for a fact
My parents would be sobbing
Wondering what they did wrong
For their babygirl to kill herself
Because I know
My big brothers would sobbing
Watching as the sun sinks
Below the horizon
In my favorite grave yard
Because I know
My best friends would shut themselves out
Be silenced
Mute
Holding onto the best friends necklace
I once wore around my neck
Because I know
My girlfriend
Would cry
Thinking it's her fault
That she couldn't save me
That she wasn't good enough
Because I know
My friends
Would be crushed
But the people who never cared
Would now
Because I know
My room would lay empty
Without life
My books and art supplies
Collecting dust
Because no one can bare to walk in
Even though I hear my thoughts
Telling me
Everyone would miss me
I can hear the thoughts
Screaming
Die
Kill yourself louder

YOU ARE READING
The silent screams of hollow children
PoesíaBook of my emotions and vents in poetry form Not for the easily triggered