22.09.20
Thanks for kicking me while I was down.
You didn't even realise how heavy those words were,
you don't know how much that hurts me.
If you did, at least I'd respect you a bit more,
but you said it without thinking, saying the first thing that came to mind.
No matter how much everything's changed,
you still compare me to my dad.
Just because I'm in a bad mood, glaring and frowning
Rock music blasting, I just don't want to talk,
but even though I'm not saying anything
and I'm keeping to myself, I'm still getting told off
all because I'm frowning and ignoring.
See, things like this make me want to cause serious harm to myself
Consequences be damned.
Things like this is the reason why I sit in my room
crying my eyes out, my hands trembling
as I try and write all my emotions out.
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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...
