you will judge my choice,
you say you won't but I know you will.
yet,
I don't blame you.
I know you meant no harm,
just reacting to what hurts—
I know what that feels like,
cause this is what it feels like to me.
death just seemed like the only freedom I have.
the last feeling of happiness I contain
is being away from here
permanently
I never was good enough
might as well complete
their wishes
they didn't understand me,
they just shut me out.
they told me to shut up.
so here I lay, wrist still bleeding
the last time blood would rain
with life
don't try to find me,
because in the end
I couldn't find myself.
just darkness under color
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anxiety attacks
Poetrya series of poems written during depressive episodes and anxiety attacks in my 1st and 2nd year of undergrad, where life seemed so close to ending. and it felt like it was all my fault. DISCLAIMER: these are the darkest poems written at honestly th...
