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Dec 2017
No one is going to save me. I will surely die alone. I feel a tightness in my throat, and tears well up in my eyes. A sinking feeling in my chest, they say that I'm depressed. I say my life's a mess. There are no words to comfort me when my mind is in this place. Im blankly staring onward, directly into the void. The cuts are never deep enough and the whiskey never works. My friends can not begin to know how much I really hurt. I keep my thoughts all to myself, you'd never understand. I dont know how I got here there were days i wasn't sad. Life will one day vanish and ill lose everything I had. Im trying to get better but I guess its not that bad.
Matt Perkins
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Matt Perkins  25/M/Warren, PA
(25/M/Warren, PA)   
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