I'm so ready to leave this place
I'll just be some forgotten face
A girl who was in so much pain
And cried into her pillow
Every single day
I'm so ready to leave
"Please hold on, just believe"
I'm sorry I can't
I'm through, I'm done
I'm so ready to leave this place
The place we call life
No one told me it would be this hard
I'm not making it very far
I'm so ready to leave
It's just too hard to believe
That 5 months ago I was clean
Happy, wild, and free.
I'm so ready to leave
But my scars will stay
I don't mind
Their beautiful anyway
I'm just so ready to leave
I'm so already gone
That so what if I pop a couple pills
I'll be in a better place
I won't feel pain
And I won't have suicidal thoughts
And I won't cry
And I'll be happy
I'm so ready to leave,
To a place
Where I can finally be free.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
