If one day you wake up to find that I'm gone, don't cry, don't grieve, don't mourn, don't write long paragraphs about how you'll miss me, cause this was something that you didn't see, don't write about how you didn't know I was alone, cause all of this it happened at home, don't say that I was a wonderful "girl", and wonder why the world is so cruel, when it was dark and late at night, you weren't the one to make sure I was alright, you dridn't notice the knife, or when I questioned my life, you didn't notice whenever I cried, or when I just wished I had died, debating every single little thing, completely ignoring when birds would sing, you just left me be, were I was alone and no one could see, so in some ways, if you look at right, you were the reason I died that night.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
