I feel so small,
I feel like nothingness
And it's too much to handle.
I would rather end it all,
When I'm home alone,
Blood splattered on the tile,
Opened bottle of pills,
Because then you can run back
To the way it was.
Everyone can resume their lives
Once I've ended mine.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)