How do you tell your parents that you want to die?
Without letting them know you're not fine...
Why do I keep up this lie?
When I know I'm about to cross that line...
Why can't I just ask for help from others?
Without feeling like it's a sign of fragility...
Mom, dad I don't see in colors...
All I can see is darkness...why can't people see that there is a possibility...
That I could go so deep...
And let myself lose this war that's inside my mind...
I want to take the leap...
Maybe you both are to blind...
To see that I don't want to live...
Any longer...
I don't think I;m going to survive...
Another day...I'm sorry I can't be any stronger...
WEAK! UGLY! JUST DIE ALREADY! NO ONE LOVES YOU! FAT!
MISTAKE! USELESS BITCH! IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOUR A WASTE OF SPACE!
Those words ring in my ears but I am the only one who can hear the mental chat
That keeps going on everyday and night...I'm sorry if I'm such a disgrace...
Mom...dad I feel like I'm drowning
In my own emotions, thoughts, memories and I hate...
Who I am and everything about me...the thoughts of suicide keep pounding...
In my head...I am going to pull through and know it's too late...
To SAVE...
A BROKEN SOUL...
Who wants to be in their GRAVE...
Who keeps cutting to feel like they're in CONTROL
I'm sorry if you waste precious tears over me...
But don't I'm not someone worth crying over...
I want you to know that when I go I'll be finally free...
So keep your composure
I'm holding the knife...
Soon my pain will come to a halt...
My life...
Will end but know it's not your fault
That I chose to lose this fight...
But mom, dad this is for the better...
Don't you see what I did was right...
I love you both very much...I guess this is the end of the letter
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The Darkest Hours
PoetryThis is all self written poetry about when someone is at there lowest and all their thoughts are hurting them. Some of the poems have mentions of suicide and other triggering stuff like sexual assault and more... I hope you all can relate or connec...
