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Day 1.
I sit on my bed writing to the world on my phone, my nose feels stuffy from all of my crying, I'm sure my eyes are reddened but I haven't looked in the mirror.
There is school tomorrow, and yet my thoughts
are clouded by sadness. My family wouldn't understand, I am alone.
All to myself, my room's door is wide open and agape. The bathroom lights igniting the outside with brightness.
I wonder how is the afterlife? Maybe I shouldn't do it?
I don't want to pain the people I leave behind but I want to be free, I am not the S word. I'm just dumb. Who am I to think like that? After all everyone's done.
I'm tired of this world. I want to sleep, maybe a calming eternal rest. Would bring me tranquility and peace.
I am dumb for writing this poem. Who would even read. I am a pathetic human being, with no brain capacity.