I feel like a murderer
With a finger on a pulse
And my tongue savouring the flavour
Of sweet death
As i beg
For one last goodnight
Instead one fatal goodbye
And honestly
My tears never lie
But the shine in my eyes?
I don't even know why its there
My numbness completes me
Because i have felt nothing for so long
I can't comprehend feelings anymore
My happiness is a fake thing
crumpled like my trust for anyone
My depression is a set of expensive dolls
Beautiful, but no one likes to play with such fragile things
My crying is like a song
I am growing tired of listening to
My wrist could sound so much like a violin
It could make a beautiful sound when razors touch the skin
And i am begging
I am pleading
That someone find me
Someone please care!
That i want to die!
I don't fucken deserve to be alive!
Someone end me
End this misery i call keeping strong!
I am so tired
So fucken tired
I just want to sleep,
But i can't in the coldness of a shell
And a home no one has a fucken clue is actually hell.
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Someone once remembered
PoesíaWARNING these poems are not for children, or anyone that is completely against drug abuse, sex,talk of suicide, etc. basically do not read this unless you know you are chill.
