There were so many things wrong with his life,
So many bad days, so much strife.
He was sick of the constant crying at night,
So with a shaky hand he began to write:
To whoever finds this letter,
Don't bother mourning- things weren't getting better.
I kept my feelings inside for too long,
I was just a failure- I did everything wrong.
I couldn't even support the people close to me,
Probably because I was broken just as badly.
Everyone thought that I was okay,
Always misled by the happy things I'd say.
Of course there's people I was sad to leave,
And I hope they move on and don't bother to grieve.
I wasn't the same- a distant ghost,
And saying this goodbye is what hurts the most...
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
