Those letters from someone you didn't know,
Were signals you could help them,
Help them heal from past pain and rejects,
Be there for support, and help them through,
But you passed it off like it was no big deal,
The next thing you know,
You get a call from the number on the bottom of every one of the letters,
Saying that they couldn't hold on,
You recognized the voice,
The nerd in your class,
The smart one,
Not emo in the least,
The last thing you hear on the phone,
Was the sound of a shaking breath,
Then the sound of a gun going off,
You drop to the floor,
And cried for hours, or was it days,
The thoughts of how you could have helped,
But this was over, so you felt horrible,
You picked up the blade for the first time in months,
You purposely hit the vein,
Making blood spew out quickly,
And soon you were in the same position of the kid,
Dead, and never to return.
YOU ARE READING
Quotes and poems that I find on the internet, or make myself about self-harm.
PoetryIf you've ever wondered what it feels like to self-harm, or feel depressed, read this. Or, if you have depression, or self-harm, or maybe both, and you want to now if you and I have the same point of view on the subjects, then you can also read. Ple...
