I fucked up my own life.
I did this to myself.
I trusted you with all I had
Look where that got me.
People say when you hit rock bottom,
The only way to go is up.
But that's not exactly true.
If your like me,
You start slicing open your wrists
And hope you'll bleed a river.
Or pull out your own hair,
To make yourself a rope.
You'll do crazy things to get yourself out.
But don't you see?
This is your home now.
YOU ARE READING
suicidio
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING!!! A poetic take on teen suicide, depression and eating disorders, written by a disordered kid.
