I don't want these thoughts in my head.
I don't want to feel this way.
I don't want to have this life.
I don't want to live anymore.
I can't stop thinking of ways to
Kill myself.
I can't use the razor to stop the pain
Anymore.
I can't stop crying when I realize how
Pathetic I am.
I can't stop thinking about the letter I'm going to write to you, for when you
Find my body.
YOU ARE READING
Broken pieces on the floor
PoetryI'm just a girl looking for her voice wanting to be noticed waiting for one person to see the potential somewhere