They all say everything will be alright,
but will it?
Will it really?
You don't know what I go through, or the pain that I feel.
So how can you say it'll be okay?
How can you say it'll all end?
How can you say I'll be okay?
What if I break?
What if it gets to much?
Just let me end it.
All this pain,
All my suffering.
Just let me end it.
YOU ARE READING
Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PoezjaPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.