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You run a charity
Outside of your concrete home
I wonder what’s inside of your tiny mind
That makes you think
You have every right
To criticize my life

By now
Your bedroom must be lined
With bookshelves
Of self written manuals
On how to turn lives upside down
By constantly running your mouth
To fuel your delusion

By now
Your charity must be going south
As your lamp has never taken a night off
You must have a new collection
A manual on how to play the victim
When you’re done tearing lives apart

You run a charity
Outside of your concrete home
I wonder what’s inside of your tiny mind
Maybe nothing really
Just self-loathing
And project it to people
Who are living their lives
What if they all get tired of me
For seeing me tired all the time
I wish I could explain
How this is different from last month
Or the last week
I am all the shade of grey and blue
I wish I could show it all to you
What if no one believes me anymore
What if my sadness makes you mad
And I can’t make you laugh
Sometimes I feel like a killer
I’ve killed myself a hundred times in my head
But I feel like I’ve killed everyone around me
Because I don’t see anyone now
And it makes me even more sad
Someone told me to pray
Beg for forgiveness
For letting the demon in my body
How do I tell them
I am my own demon
I’ve tried to exorcise myself
Crawled and knelt til I bled
All I could do is cry
God knows how much I want to be better
But I’ve fallen deeper than anyone could think
And it’s all dark in here
I only have me
If depression kills
I’ve died a hundred times
In my bed
Staring at the ceiling
In the shower
Each time water hits my skin

Every night
When I can’t sleep
At stop signs
One car should run me over

At my kitchen sink
Nobody will notice
If I left this mess

At parties
Wondering why everyone’s happy
Why am I even here
Did my enemies send me demons
So I would suffer?
Did they wish me dead,
Just to prove they’re right?
Was I simply too ahead of myself,
And burned my own life?
After all the highs
Will be a series of lows
The longest you’ve ever had
And the lowest you’ve ever been
I wanted to die
Planned it for weeks
I have to do it
But on the night
Of my death
I got lazy
And sleepy
All because of work
I couldn’t bring myself
To get up and do it
So i fell asleep
And wrote this the next morning
If you come into my room
And find a noose
At the bottom of my closet
Please don’t come to me
And confront me
Please get it out of my room
Hide it somewhere
Or throw it away
Because when I come back
And find it missing
I will just tell myself
Well, everything happens for a reason
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