there is knife
on the table
next to me
i'm home alone
988 wont help
neither will my parents
or my friends
or even my dog
they cant help
i'm crying
i need help
but i cant reach for my phone
or the knife
is this good?
or bad
to all my friends
who would never miss me
*******
but to you
my friend
i hope that you
can live a happy life
without me
without knives
so take this poem
as a gift
to keep going
to keep going strong
cause even if i am gone
you arent
the knife is in my hand
glancing at my wrist
i cant do it
but i have too
so goodbye
cruel world
i must go
but whats this?
a light?
i am still in fear
the knife trembling
blood- no
tears
dripping off the blade
and i collapse
and die inside
because nobody cares
but i cant force myself to leave
just like those toxic friends
relationships
people
thats just what life is
but you have to keep going
going and going and going
until you find a true purpose
because harming
or killing
yourself
just stops you from recognizing the problem
just avoiding it
so to anyone who wants-
who needs
to hurt, or **** themselves
just face the problem head on
even if you cant do it
even if you have tried before
it's still worth it
this has been in my drafts for a little over 2 weeks now when my last depression scare happened. i hope this poem feels for anyone who is going through depression or suicidal thoughts. <3<3<3