Stuck between ending it
tonight or cutting my skin
for the rest of my life.
Cause god knows I gotta
get punished for not living
it right. Don't worry, I'm
preparing myself.
God you might've lost
me but don't leave me
like everyone else.
Hell knows I belong
there, but everyone don't.
I'm sorry for the pain, if
you gave me this why'd
you think I could handle it?
I'm cutting my skin
until I cry when you know
I can't afford to bleed.
I have the rest of my life
to live, what if somebody sees?
What if they call the police?
My parents can't know,
they'll think they've failed.
I'm the meaning of
pretentious, cynical, lyrical.
Do you still think they
should've kept me?
Do you think it's going
to heal me? Lord, I have
your prayer around my neck
but there's worse going
on inside my head.
The nightmares won't stop
the torture til I'm dead.
Leave me there and breathless,
until I can't get up,
until I'm into a hearse.
The two people outside
of my family, I can't let them down. I can't let them see,
they'll hurt for sure.
But they can't understand me.
I need help– no wait I'm sorry, leave my problems to me.
I'll say goodbye before I leave.
Thank you for this day,
and lay grace to everybody.
Nobody likes to read anymore,
so let them know that
they'll be just fine without me.
Happy thanksgiving.
YOU ARE READING
A random book
PoesíaJust poems about depression, if you like that kind of stuff, I guess, it won't exactly be so updated as normal authors, so be discreet.
