Maybe I should do it. Maybe I should slit my throat. Maybe I should cut the knife deeper then ever. Let it slide against my skin. Feel it cut through my neck. Let the blood flow out of me like a hidden waterfall.
Just for fun
To see who would care
Who would smile
Which one of you would stare at me in awe
Which one would cry for a day
Maybe a week
Who would be the fastest to forget this once living corpse?
Oh you dont see this -smile- on my face? The psychopathic one, the one you wouldn't want your kids to see. The type that don't care about anything. That kind of smile you would give to your loved one right before jumping.
But well of course I'm staying here. Cant miss out on all the fun it is over here... the usual: fake friends, homophobes, insomnia, dark thoughts. Life.
4.15 am
YOU ARE READING
2 am
PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
