Sometimes I jus want to die... scratch that all the time I jus wanna die.
No one understands my emotions, no one hears my cries.
I'm begging please save me from myself, I need help.
But they don't hear me, so I'm left with myself.
The scars and burns will never heal, I'm trying to piece the puzzle.
My mind is so fucked up, I can't love another.
My heart is so torn if you felt it you wud shudder.
My life is so far beyond fucked, how I make it? You wonder.
I want a different life but I feel as tho that wud never happen.
I'm stuck with the cards I have and there is no winning number.
I cry myself to sleep most nights and I go unnoticed.
It's ok with me because, me no one ever notice.
I can think of a better place to be than in my shoes.
The mortuary, cemetery, even funeral home.
But I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready to be called home.
I'm so confused and upset don't forget sad too.
I could cry my eyes out if I wanted too.
Depression is that the word for it, some mornings i pray for death, but I kno that's jus the devil talking.
He won't get me.. I promise.
Till than I'll live for my children and make the best for them.
That all I can do cuz without them I'm no me.
YOU ARE READING
And the good die young
PoetryA book of poems. I started writing when I was about 12. At first it started with lil rap verses but I'm no rapper. So I went a different route. I put the pieces of my life into a little story and match the words and got a poem. I try and to relate...
