April 9th
I have it all planned out
Those 8 litte pills
They'll take me to some place wonderful
I have all the notes safely put away in my drawer
I don't think anyone will really miss me.
I wonder how people will react
They'll probably wonder why I did it
They'll be wondering what they could've done
But no one ever notices the days that I'm to depressed to get out of bed
No one ever notices my tear stained cheeks, puffy red eyes and the blood stains on the hips of my jeans
No one cares enough to ask me why I am not happy, but maybe the front I put up is actually believable
It's really no ones fault but mine.
I'm stuck in this hole of depression
These monsters in my head eating away at me.
It's been going on for so long
I'm so mentally and physically weak
I can't even begin to explain how I feel
For me to even contemplate suicide
For me to have a date picked out, scares me to death
If I actually go through with this I am so sorry to the people who actually cared
This seems like such a selfish thing to do, but I'm not strong enough to live through the torture my mind is putting me through