I scream out for help
No one's willing to try
So there won't be a letter
When I kill myself and die
And yes I'm aware
Life could be so much worse
But right now all I want
My body in the back of a hearse
And I begged
And I pled
But I can see
I'm better off dead
As I can see and I look
Not a person who'd care
So I'm letting you know
That this isn't just a scare
It goes far beyond poems
And letters and songs
Just let me cleanse the world of my wrongs
YOU ARE READING
Poems I've Written In 2017
PoetryIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
