Sun, 10/21/2018 - 20:32 -- myda

If today I die purposefully, 

just know it wasn’t me.


All these voices in my head,

they keep me up.

At night I barely sleep.


Bad enough 

I haven’t said, 

all these voices in my head

are driving me to do, impulsively, 

what i think you would dread.


If tomorrow came a little faster,

maybe i would stay.

If it’s today any longer,

I am very afraid.


The worst.


Don’t say a word.

Every night before i sleep,

I think of life and how it could be

if I were to follow through 

with this choice

that haunts me. 


It doesn’t seem so bad


I hope a day comes where the idea of that,

of finally falling through 

seems as bad to me,

as it probably does to you.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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