terrified of death
but so sick of life
you want me to live
but i just wanna diei'm so sick of this
and these cuts on my wrists
aren't changing the way
that i feel every daydrugs only pause
the things that go on
and when i'm not high
i don't feel alrightnever wanna wake up
always tired as fuck
even if i get sleep
i always feel weakbecause the pain isn't mental
it's physical too
and none of this pain
is ever because of youi don't wanna talk
i don't wanna walk
i don't wanna eat
i never get sleepi'm sick of this life
i ready to die
but whenever i try
i'm scared of the knifeso kill me please
or end my pain
cuz i'm tired of this life
driving me insane
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I'm Not Okay. I'm Sorry.
Poetrythis is just an outlet for some of my poetry and poetic thoughts. my mindsets and my perspective. i can tell you now that it won't all rhyme. don't expect perfection. enjoy, i guess. xx 💕