The only reason I don't tell anyone
I'm like this
Is because I'm afraid
I'm going to disappoint them
And get pitied
And I really don't want that
I'd rather stay quiet
Until I make a failed
Suicide attempt
For them to find out
Because I'd rather them find out
When I'm bleeding to death
Then when I'm drowning
In my own damn mind.
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*