I want to die
I won't try to hide it anymore
I don't see the point of going through
All this pain
All this talk about a light at the end of the tunnel
But I'm not in a tunnel
I'm in a hole, and the only way out
Is up.
But my arms are so weak
They can't hold me up
I try to remember the things that make me happy
My best friend's laughter or
Her dumb jokes
Driving around until 4 in the morning
Singing my throat dry
My favorite music
Or Reading a book
But no matter how much time I
Spend with these things
I keep falling down this hole.
And it's dark outside
I want to climb
But I'm so tired
I want to climb
But I'm so scared
I want to climb,
But what's the point?
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Poems
PoesíaI'm taking my friends advice. Maybe it'll work out. Here are some poems I've written. Some are new, some are old. Most are sad. Thanks for reading them? ~Ashley
