I am tired of crying
In this pain I'm drowning
Someone please help me
Am not just writing
The pain I feel is real
Am dying
Its taking me
Please listen
This is the only place I can vent out
Before I fall to the ground
Killed myself by my own hands
Just a few hours and my body will be found
Finally did something right maybe mama would be proud
I would finally go meet the one they call God and ask him
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?!!!
I never asked for it
I am just seventeen God damn it
And I can slit my wrist
Just a matter of time before I target some where else
I don't know what am doing
Am just in the bathroom crying
No one to talk to so am writing
Am begging please help me!
YOU ARE READING
A Place For My Depression
PoetryIt started out as poetry but just turned it into me talking and venting to be honest it's where I pour out all am feeling and it's still not enough so read and be engrossed in my weird world💔☠🙃
