oh foolish girl,
you thought
it would get better.
you always think.
why dont you give up, already?
you're not strong enough.
theres a blade,
in the kitchen drawer
fetch for it.
open up they say.
do it!
bleed your pain away.
open up that skin,
let your blood be exposed
to this cruel world.
but, can we really blame the world?
you're the abnormal one.
you're the misfit.
be like them, or don't be at all.
you are alone.
you can only save yourself,
but, how can someone save
themself, when they dont want to?
theres the fan,
fetch the chair dear,
stand tall,
and hold the rope
around your neck,
till it all gets dark,
darker than it already is
inside your mind.
let your thoughts,
become the reality.
take away your life.
everyone's life is a blessing,
yours turned to be a curse.
you existing, would only ruin it.
you're a threat to the world.
you shall not be. shall not exist.
because, being different is WRONG.
wipe away those tears,
smile as if you're the happiest.
hide the pain,
because,
being depressed in
our generation is so common,
that the ones who really are,
will not be believed.
will not get the help they need.
so, close your eyes.
while your mother,
who took the pain
to bring you in this
world, will now feel the darkness
you felt.
and still, its your fault for her pain.
all. your. fault.
YOU ARE READING
feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
