when i was 13 two days before my 14th birthday i took far too many pills
it burnt my throat and stomach
i wanted to cry as my mom called 911
after that i don't remember much aside from crying and my body shaking violently
my brain blocked it out
it must have been too painful for me to remember
i do remember that people tried to comfort me but it still didn't heal the ache of the pills or the fact that i still wanted to die
the nurses would gasp every time they saw cuts on my arms even though i couldn't do in the hospital
when i finally came from a mental hospital i remember it still hurt
the first time i tried to die
there are days where i still want to
even after all my attempts
it's something i lay awake thinking about them and other bad things but i know i shouldn't
i fear it will happen again
every single day
im scared i will try to die yet again
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things ill never say (poetry)
Poetrypoems written about my trauma, past abuse, heartache, suicidal tendencies, and other things of that nature along with some lighter poems. most will be triggering. please read with caution.
