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I know your secret
I know how it makes you feel
I know what you'd do
If anyone else knew

But just because now
I'm not the only one who knows
Doesn't mean you need to say goodbye
Die by hanging yourself with a rope

Please just burn that stupid string
I know you almost said goodbye today
But just because you're ashamed
Doesn't mean you have to give up on life
Please don't
Let yourself die

By that old stupid string
Just burn it to ash right now
But please
Please don't give up on your life

I know they are saying things about you
But please don't give up hope

Eventually things will get better
But for now it is the way it is
It may take a while But everyone will forget
So please
Don't **** yourself
Today I found a bunch of poems i wrote in 7th grade. This one is the most meaningful to me. It's about a person I know (Who i am sadly no longer friends with) who almost killed himself because people were finding out he's gay. He never killed himself.
I'm a devil
I'm an angel
I am sometimes in between
I'm as bad as it can get
And as good as it can be
No one knows if I am good or bad
They will just have to wait and see
What will happen if they ever get to close to me
Because I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful and powerful
Unstoppable
Just wait and see what happens to me
When I am sad
When I am mad
And rarely happy
Because you can't stop me now
I am on the ball
And you can't convince me to say yes
Or even to smile
You might as well give up fighting
Because you are already on your way to hell
And you can't do anything right
You know that place that's six feet under
It leads to hell for you
Better hurry because the devil is waiting to meet you
So don't be late for your meeting
Because I don't want you to be here anymore
I want you to be out
I turned on you
You turned on me
Kind of funny how fate can be
A poem I wrote in seventh grade with the help of my friend
It doesn't matter what you think of me
I can be anything I want to be

I can't help myself
When it comes to loving you
But there has got to be a way
So I don't have to be afraid
So I can get away
Maybe even fly away

You can guess where I am going
You may be right or wrong
I have no way of knowing
What the future holds for me

Hey, are you coming with
I'll take the right of way
To get there faster
To someday fly away

You smile and say nothing will change the two of us
We may be running out of time
Before our chance is gone

Suddenly you're changing your mind
Saying they were right
You were wasting your time
I'm tired
Of your indecisive mind
A poem i wrote in seventh grade
The consequences are different this time around
You let it go last time but now
I let you down
I said I was sorry
But you wouldn't forgive me
You want me out of your head so bad
I make you shout
I didn't mean to hurt you
But i guess it's over now

I had a dream last night
About you and me
It wasn't a dream come true
Like I thought it would be

The consequences are not the same anymore
Things are different now
I was hanging on my a thin little thread
You let me go because I did what I did
You said what you said
We said goodbye
All i had left to do
Was sit down and cry
A poem i wrote in seventh grade
Go until you can’t go anymore
To them you did great
To you it’s not good enough
To others you can improve
Everyone is susceptible to an opinion
But yours is the only one that counts
You have your hold on me
I’m suffocating
Every time I manage a small gasp of air
It doesn’t feel right
Like I shouldn’t be here
Or even breathing at all
You are not who I remember
The man I see
Standing right beside me
With grip so strong
I need to break free
The suffocation grows
You fill me with dread
Wishing I were dead
So I could break free of this hell
The others you will tell
The lies you will spread
Of how it came
To me being dead
Do not say the worst is past
Do not say everything is okay
For everything to be well
You must first go through hell
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