Don’t wanna live, don’t wanna die
Don’t feel anything, yet I feel everything
So many things to do, but no drive to do them
The feelings come back as the blood slides down my wrist.
I have to life.
Not for me, but for others
I must get things done whether it takes me 5 minutes or 5 hours.
I say that I’m okay, but am I really?
Not seeing the point in anything
Laughing but not feeling happy
Smiling but wanting to cry
Hating myself and the world
But loving those around me too much to leave
I want to get help, yet I’m scared
How will they react if they hear the truth?
Will it get better?
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 1:43 AM UTC
Don’t wanna live, don’t wanna die
Don’t feel anything, yet I feel everything
So many things to do, but no drive to do them
The feelings come back as the blood slides down my wrist.
I have to life.
Not for me, but for others
I must get things done whether it takes me 5 minutes or 5 hours.
I say that I’m okay, but am I really?
Not seeing the point in anything
Laughing but not feeling happy
Smiling but wanting to cry
Hating myself and the world
But loving those around me too much to leave
I want to get help, yet I’m scared
How will they react if they hear the truth?
Will it get better?
Thoughts for a title?
These last few poems I wrote about a year ago.