You really need to stop asking me what I want.
Because what I want is to jump in front of train.
What I want is to pop pills until I know I won't wake up then take more for good measure.
What I want is to slice myself up until my skin can't be seen through the gushing red.
The reason I'm not getting what I want is because I'm a coward.
So no, I don't care who I stay with tonight.
I do care if I make it into college or fail the course.
I don't care I just DONT CARE!
Why should I?
When everyday is a fight for survival I wonder why I bother surviving if I'm going to wake up to another fight.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
