The life and struggles of EmoBoyPoem

FUCK THIS WORLD

Red eyes,tiered body,numb feeling.
Bruised arms shallow scars.
I lay awake even with all these plills.
My voice is silence the voices in my head,screaming at me to harm myself.
I'm tiered of hoping for better days.
I'm tiered of living.
Fuck this world,hello death.
I greet my demons and pain like a best friend.
Cuz they are the only ones who really "cares".
I'm just at a point where i had enough.
Enough of the pain
Enough of the suffering.
Enough of living.
Will i end it tonight.
Will i carry on this endless fight.
Who do i greet.
In death who will i meet.
I feel like shit i wanna end this pain.
There is no end in sight.
I'm stuck in this endless sorrow.
I never look forward to tomorrow.
I hate myself.
I hate my life.
So what is another slice on my arm?
Who cares if i self harm.
Not me.
Not you.
Not anyone
So who am i to live.
I'm already dead inside
Guess that makes me a zombie
In death there is no worries.
So i've attempted suicide before but failed.
I did not take enough pills.
Had to clean my own vomit spills.
Next time i will take the whole bottle,instead of just six.