I'm sick of fucking talking, and not fitting in.
Sick of fucking living, in this sad world we're in.
When silence is impossible,
Yet no one hears a sound,
They're not listening to you.
In their devices, they are drowned.
Its killing me, and I want it to be fast.
Because I'm sick of fucking trying, since happiness doesn't last.
Yeah, sure, shut up and pass the bottle.
Its so sad, that this is how I become the person that I wanted,
When pulses are numb, much like my mind.
I'm so fucking sick, of being ignored for my cries.
So I'll fix it, I'll numb it. I'll cease to exist,
As if anyone would care.
In this world I know, I won't be missed.
-I'm so sorry to everyone who has been messaging me. I've been through so much with the death of my mother that I deleted this app. But I'm back now. Please don't hesitate to talk to be at any point loves-
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
