I'm not in a good state.
but i promise im trying,
it's hard, everything's hard and i just want to disappear.
please just let me go, i really can't stand being here.
my problems are nothing compared to yours, so please don't worry about me.
i've changed,
don't bother changing me back.
the deed has been done,
you can't "fix" me.
socializing,
i'd love to but everyone leaves me.
"it's okay, it'll get better, good things are coming." i lie and i lie and i lie some more to myself everyday, the same misdemeanor. i want to sleep inside a hearse buried in nature's floor.
i really can't take this fucking shit anymore!
the truth not remembered,
never revealed, is found out,
it hurts me and draws in clout.
I can't say anything, she needs an outlet, answer let her say the things she could never say to me, they'll never know.
one slit after another, hot tears falling down on it till you see a bloody canvas filled with painful memories.
i want to die. i need to die. one last shot with a .47 glock, body full of scars
and my disgrace takes one last breath.
YOU ARE READING
A random book
PoesiaJust poems about depression, if you like that kind of stuff, I guess, it won't exactly be so updated as normal authors, so be discreet.
