(Please, all I ask is that you read until the end, I know the title is already worrying, but please, just read it.)
TRIGGER WARNING!!
03.09.20
One for the hurt.
Two for the pain.
Three for abuse.
Four for the manipulation.
Five for the trouble.
Six for the trauma.
Seven for taking his side.
Eight for not trying to understand.
Nine I'm almost high.
Ten let's hope I die this time.
Eleven to make sure.
Twelve to be thorough.
Thirteen for luck.
13 pills, 1 goodbye.
If this doesn't work, God it's going to hurt.
Waking up I wasn't suicidal,
but of course I'm always the bad guy.
Telling me off, not taking my side,
did you not see me cry?
I was sitting right there, but you didn't say anything,
again I'm ignored!
Have you forgotten how fucked up I am?!
You know I'm not stable!
You know what I've done!
My tears have run out, I just can't do it.
Suicide feels too selfish.
I can't die knowing I'm passing on that hurt,
instead I'll hold in the pain,
so they won't have to hold it.
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4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me
PoetryI've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my...
