Raw [My Manifesto Poem]

I am dead—

almost.

My soul is

Destroyed.

I can barely sleep

when all I can think of

are the mistakes I’ve made.

I’ve made too many.

I’ve hurt too many.

I’ve faked too many

smiles.

My heart is

nonexistant.

I feel nothing but

numb.

How can I begin to have

hopes and dreams,

when they always are

crushed.

My ears ring from the sound

of blood rushing through my viens.

Let my heart freeze over,

grant me my silence.

My skin is

raw.

Torn off my so-called

friends and loves.

Sliced apart by myself,

I’ll never be good

enough.

Ripped away by those who

acted before thinking.

Don’t judge when

you don’t even know.

Only my mind remains,

enough to spit out a

final

thought.

I’m hanging on by a thread,

and it’s time to fall.

I don’t want to die,

but I just can’t live

in this world, in this life.

Please remember me as I was

before I was

raw.

Please don’t forget.

Guns go off,

the thread breaks,

And I am

nothing except

cold,

dead,

and raw.

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This was my manifesto poem thing about depression and suicide, specifically in teenagers. It is a big deal...and I wish more people would take it seriously. Sometimes the phrase "I'm going to kill myself" isn't a joke. I garuntee there's somebody in your life right now that is begging to be saved.