It just gets worse for me, every day
I think to myself every single day
"What is my purpose here on earth?"
"What am I doing here?"
Then I have these voices in my head
Telling me to give it up and just do it
I don't know if I'm scared to die
What if dying isn't like what anyone imagined?
I wake up every day and put this fake smile on my face
I still get bullied
I still get treated like trash
My parents are trying everything in their power to help
But it's not worth it
I don't want to end up doing it
They think I don't have the guts to do it
But I do
My parents really do need me though
I help them with everything in return for their unconditional love and support
So, days and weeks go by
Turning into months
I decide that I want to stay
I stand up to my bullies and they stop
I am myself again
I hear voices in my head
Saying, "Don't do it"
And I don't.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Do It.
PoetryIt's about a teenage girl who has always been bullied and hurt by people she thought loved her. She has these dark thoughts that are starting to decide on if she should take her life or not. (*No, I do not have suicidal thoughts.*)
