Every Day I’ll Kill Myself A Little More Until I'll Finally Die

I’ve always been here for you

Will you be there to catch me if I jump?

(I can’t fall any further)

I always told you things were fine

Even when they weren’t

You just say nothing

And the silence hurts my ears

The sight of you makes me cry

And every day I’ll kill myself a little more

Until I'll finally die

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about my self-destructive tendencies.

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Russell Lees's picture

A good job at capturing what many of us feel and go through on a daily basis. Your 'Death in Winter' was a random poem of the day. I really like your style. I hope I'm not bombarding you with critiques. :)