First couple days back from the hospital
And already I am hostile
I see razors and want to bleed out
I see rope and want to hangThis is probably going to be a bad thing
I see socks that make good chokers when knotted together
I see paint that makes good poison when drunk
I've lost my innocence
I've found the ugly side of lifeI used to see things as mere objects, not weapons
Staples, used to be just a utility for a stapler
Glass used to be something you sweeped away
Detergent used to be a laundry item
And knives used to be eating utensilsAll I see now is suicide
I dream about slitting my wrist open
Watching the red spill from my arm
Smiling as I bleed to death
Sweet serenityI've been writing notes
One to my friend
One to my brother
One to my teacher
And one to a ex-loverI've become what I once thought improbable
I've become suicidal
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Poetry Of A Suicidal Teenager
PoetryThe dark sides of Hospitalisation, Depression, OCD, Suicidal thoughts, and more. If you are looking for a happy go lucky poem, then this is not the book for you. Get ready for a dark ride through the horrors of mental health. If you like this book...