11/24/18 - i don't care
walking through the corridors
dressed in robes of grey
watching all the patients stare
as they continue about their day
the people in this place
don't seem to understand
that i don't care what they say
there's nothing to meet my demand
yet i'm not ever placed here
at the housing of the damned
everyone believe i'm stable enough
to make it without that helping hand
but the truth is worse then the mind can see
it creeps up
singing and taunting me
whispering disease into my ears
and fastening to my thoughts
nothing's worth living for
any more
no one likes you
they all despise you
they don't mean the love they say
but, oh, they tell me that i'm getting better
what a lie to tell
can't they see where i am heading
straight down into hell?
but i don't care
i don't care
i don't want to bare the pain any more
no matter what they try to tell me
i just won't let them help me anymore
i can't help it, i'm telling you
i just cannot deny
that all I want to do right now
is slit my wrists and die
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Dark Times
ПоэзияA collection of poems I've wrote when at my lowest points. I post them to satisfy the need to "talk" to other people- screaming into the void, if you will. **TW: depression, suicide, self harm, sexual abuse. No need to reach out and ask if i'm okay...
