I'm sick of waking up every morning knowing everything is the same
I'm tired of looking in the mirror and hearing voices curse my name
I can't stand smiling despite being shattered
Don't fucking look into my eyes and lie when you know I never mattered
I'm out of energy, faith, and hope
I can't even muster the strength to cope
Do you know what it's like to wake up and immediately want to die?
Do you know how it feels to cover up scars on your wrists and smile through a lie?
I have so much hatred for myself that it's surreal
Don't fucking lie to me and say you know how I feel
You can pretend you've been there, that you've hit your lowest low
Keep saying that it's all going to be okay because you don't even know
There's a voice inside my head that hates me more than anyone ever would
You tell me to silence them, you see, I would if I could
I keep chasing this light in the distance that I can never reach
I never take the advice that I preach
I'm a mess, I'm an emotional, fiery disaster
I'm a slave to brokenness, depression is my master
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Days
PoetryThis acts sort of as a sequel to Diaries of a Suicidal Teenager. These are more painfully depressing poems that I make up or excerpts from my favorite songs and poems. So many people read the first book, so I hope this one is just as well received.
