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Thinking Its Gonna End

I lay in my bed

Razor in hand

Thinking this is all gonna end

I look down to my feet

And there he is again

The creep

It likes to dangle around my ankles

Without a care in the world

It pokes at my feet

Snickering and giggling

I kick it

But it doesn’t even faze it

My frustration grows

I can’t even go

Why can’t it just leave me alone?

“Let me die”, I shout

It giggles and shouts

“Never will I let you go!”

It latches on to me even tighter

This creep

How did I even get this deep?

I hold the razor in my hand

Crying and sad

I can’t even stand

I roll in my bed

Thinking it was all gonna end

The creep laughs

Why must I feel tormented?

I throw the razor away

I guess I have to stay

To my dismay

I close my eyes

And sigh saying

 

“Why can’t this end?”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I suck at writing poetry but this is how I express myself

Rival

I once knew a girl who wished to be free.
She dreamed of ending her life.
How she became this way no one could foresee.
Cuts in her skin from her fathers knife.

Everyone said live life to the fullest dear.
But her life she didn't love.
Hold on they say it'll be better next year.
Next year came around and her life she still wished to dispose of.

Day and night on her bed she would lay down.
Staring out her window at the waves in which she wanted to drown.
Many tears would fall from her eyes, but she did not make a sound.
She fought for survival with her mind as her own rival.

suicide note

Suicide Note

Bailey S.

when all else fails you turn to the drugs

and when you do that you lose all hope

and wonder what it’s all worth.

you listen to depressing music, you friends leave your side,

no one talks to you anymore

and your family doesn't understand your feelings.

So you take a knife and try to cut out all the bad in you

your parents take you to the hospital. You get therapy for the next three years and listen to all the crap they give you. One day you go into the bathroom and overdose on wellbutrin and you end it.

and this is your suicide note.   


too late

When you talk about me
can you see the pain?
the tears?
the scars?
the hopeless feeling in my heart?
You ignore what you are doing to me
to make yourself feel better.
Every time you say those harmful words
more blood is spilling from my body.
Next time it might be too late
to stop the pain from these cuts.

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