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?”
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
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.
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.