What has pushed you to believe taking your life is the answer? Are you really going to do it? What happens when death isn't as peaceful as you expected? What if a Reaper gives you something of an ultimatum? Witness first-hand what your death has brought to those around you, or remain wandering as a lost soul until you...
I have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
In this the events in it actually occurred. Its based on a suicide note from my friend Ali. (in the poem the note is not word for word what her actual one said its based from it) This is in honor of Ali. So rest in peace beautiful.❤ Enjoy.xx
❝i gave you my heart to keep it safe, but you burned it while i watched.❞
Her mother is embarrassed of her. Her father doesn't care about her. The rest of her family thinks she's a bad influence on the little ones. Society thinks she's a freak. She gets bullied at school for what she wears and listening to the wrong kind of music. Out of all this her best friend still thinks she's perfect...
This is the story of a girl who committed suicide, because of everything wrong in her life. This could happen, so this is why we need to prevent bullying, child abuse, rape, etc. Please vote/comment.
"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but the problem is i can't tear off my skin. so i'm left with the shivers...
Emily tried to kill her self, but failed. She now has to spend time in the looney place for three days. She isn't very happy about it, but hey, it's her fault right? All she wants is out of this 'hellhole.' And soon.
How to talk to a suicide, by a suicide. If you are one, add your own thoughts through private message.
"Believe me it will get better." Thats what everybody seems to say. It's not true though. It never seems to get better. The pain just gets worse, and slowly we waste away. Someday we will die and all this pain will be over. A collection of depressing poetry.
