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

 

 

 

 

 
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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