Hiding under my hood, feel so misunderstood. Everyone thinking I'm happy and fine, when I'm really fucked up inside. Inside I'm screaming and dying, thoughts of suicide got me crying. Ready to take my own life, I'm trying, to get by and, find something to live for. But it's hard, cause as I sit here in the dark, same old empty feeling in my heart. I'm trying to survive, but I got no motivation to not want to meet my demise. I got nobody whose there for me, who cares for me. All I can see is how harmful I am to my body, it's awful. Making myself feel this pain, as I slice open my vein. It's sickening, the way my blood is glistening. But what else am I supposed to do. I'm lonely and sad, feel like I'm going mad. The pain is taking over me, cant you see. What everything has done to me. But if I kill myself will somebody actually care, shed and tear and wonder why they wasn't there. It's just sad I have to die, to be on someones mind.
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UNSPOKEN
PoetryUnspoken is a book filled with poems and songs I've made throughout my life. Each chapter will be either a song or poem. They are similar to what many of you have experienced in life... featuring love, heartbreak, loneliness, etc. These are all the...
