***TRIGGER WARNING: This poem talks about suicide, suicide notes, blades, blood, and self harm. If this is a trigger for you, PLEASE SKIP IT. I don't mind if you need to skip. I understand.
There's nothing I want more
In this world than death,
To die at my own hand,
To force my last breath.
A blade in my hand,
The note already wrote.
The world won't miss someone
Who's unfixable; I'm broke.
No friends who'd care,
No one who'd want me more,
I think of my flaws
As my blood hits the floor.
12/19/2021
Wrote this down as my mom's fiancée was puking from a migraine in the bathroom next to my room. Checked on her, she's okay ish.
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My Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book of my poems that I've written in real life. Comment on anything. Grammar is how it is cus it's poetry. It's all depressing poems because i only feel poetic when i'm depressed. Thanks and enjoy!
