How can I tell him that when he asked me that question it wasn't sarcasm what I was giving him
How can I tell him that when he said it wasn't funny I was not laughing
How can I tell him that when he said I was dumb for saying that I told myself the same thing
How can I tell him that every time I get this feeling I look at the mirror crying full of anger and despair wanting to break it and hurt myself with the shatter pieces
How can I tell him that while I'm crying I stare at my pens laying on my desk wishing I had the courage to grab them and stab myself
How can I tell him that I'm at that point where I'm falling and I'm scared that one day I'll get to the bottom
How can I tell him that when he asked me that question all I thought about was the day I had the knife pointing at me and my mother begging me to drop it
How can I tell him that I'm scared to go to sleep because I don't want to see the break of dawn
That before I used to look forward to the night to sleep and escape my thoughts but now I'm terrified when it actually comes
I'm afraid that my thoughts will no longer think of suicide attempts but suicide itself that I will pick up the shatter piece of glass and I won't hesitate to cut myself.
How can I tell him that I'm screaming, I'm begging in the inside but there's something that keeps holding me back from asking for help.
How can I tell him that that night for once I didn't think about the answer because I was being true to the feeling I felt.
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Heavy Heart
Poetry**Hello Readers! This collection of poetry was written 3 years ago when I was in a very dark place in my life. It's also my first poetry book so it might not be as great as I think lol I loved writing this book as weird as that sounds mostly becaus...
