"it gets better" they say,
well what if it doesn't?
i'm fighting myself,
my own worst enemy
i'm aching,
this pain still growing
growing inside of me
every waking day a nightmare
every sleep is one I hope I won't leave
what's the point?
I find myself in this endless cycle
a cycle of self destruction
don't try saving me
i'm just being selfish
i can't help it
this is me
a worthless, helpless, nobody
i crave a sweet release from my life
but i cower at the thought of death
i just want attention, i know it
i don't deserve your love,
your trust,
i don't deserve you...
fast forward 6 months
as I sit here in bed
this room once cold
feels a bit brighter everyday
i hated life
i'd be lying if i said i loved it now
but i hate it less.
it sounds sad i know, but hear me out.
6 months ago i was an inch away from death
ready to jump out my window any second
bottles of chemicals at the ready,
rusted scissors sitting pretty
but i'm still here
it's been a journey
but i can still breathe
i know it gets better
it seems tough now
but the world will never stop spinning,
as much as i'd like it to sometimes.
i love you
i don't know you,
but i want you to know that i care
if no one will listen to you, i will
i'm sorry that you've felt this pain
but please,
just know,
i'm still here.
YOU ARE READING
i'm sorry || Poems
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