I say that I want to die,
But what if I actually do?
Will you even shed a tear,
Or will you say that this was nothing new?You'll say that you'd seen it coming,
My doom, my demise.
So why did you not help,
When you could listen to my cries?You knew my self destruction,
All too well.
From the cuts on my wrist,
To me starving myself."She didn't try hard enough."
That's what you'll say.
But I tried so hard, you see,
Yet things turned out this way.I got myself out of bed,
And went about each day.
I put on a smile on my face.
And kept the tears at bay.So for when I actually die,
There's something I want you to do.
Don't remember me as someone
Who couldn't pull through.But remember me as the girl,
Who tried really hard.
Even when everything around her,
Seemed to be falling apart.A/N—why am i updating now when i should be studying? i'm the queen of procrastination after all lmao
P. S. —i don't support self harm. i'd honestly advise you to seek professional help if you're having suicidal thoughts. idk who needs to hear this, but just know you matter and you are loved. I love all of y'all out there who are reading this <3
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