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Jillian Avery Feb 2016
Momma notice me.
Momma can’t you see
there are tears in my eyes,
and scars on my thighs.
You see the blood
and you know it’s not mud
Momma help me
I’m all ******
I’m going to die
Don’t deny,
you know why
Momma,
look in my bed
I’m already dead.
And you didn’t even say goodbye
Jillian Avery Feb 2016
When I say this.

When I say this I mean I’m dying

When I say this it means

last night I probably puked so much I passed out

or cut so much I had to stitch myself together

maybe I don’t even remember what happend last night

maybe I

maybe I am trying to ask for help

Maybe I’m still a ****** up from the pills I took last night

Maybe I drank so much I’m not sure what’s happening now.

Maybe I did shots before heading to school today

Maybe I tried to **** myself but I just couldn’t do it

Maybe I’m contemplating the easiest way to **** myself

I’m fine though, really.

Everyone has their problems

I just need to **** it up.

I’m sorry.

I’m fine.

— The End —