I don't know how I became like this, I really don't.
Yet all I want to do is end it,
I tried to the other day,
And today eating dinner with friends,
But they noticed,
They knew what I was trying to do,
And I fucking hate them for stopping me,
All I want to do is die,
Aren't friends supposed to support and egg on their mates decisions?
It's a shame they didn't give back the salt vile,
Now I just have to cut myself more,
Thanks guys for making me suffer longer.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts
PoetryTrying so hard to explain the pain. Also ALL these quotes are from MY MIND, because this is how I FEEL!