Today was such a good day.
“why don’t you just die?!”
I’m not even that tired.
“Stop lying to yourself.”
I can’t believe I woke up early.
“why don’t you slit your wrists when you get home.”
And I still have all this energy.
“Nobody loves you.”
Ooohhh it’s almost Christmas!
“You have no one.”
Time flew by so fast!
“They’ll get over your death.”
It’s almost my birthday too!
“Your existence is pointless.”
I sure am getting old!
“You have nothing to live for.”
I am slowly dying. jeez.
“Why don’t you just die then?!”

All alone again tonight
In my head screaming
"I hate my life"
Don't know how long
can I hold on
Or will I just
start moving on?
Been screaming for help
But nobody tried
Tell me how.
Am I supposed win this fight?




© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015

You builed up walls, but that wasn't tall.

                         Reminiscing the endeavour and expectations dont met at all.

                         You tried to build up walls over and over again but that didn't seems to work out and fall back to the abyss of darkness.

                        Yet you strive again for what they want but darkness was too tough and pulled you back.

You fall,

You stumble,

                       "Useless" "Worthless" was you heard from all.

Now you give up, little did know you cant win this up.

                        Life seems dont want to give you a break so you pulled out the razor thinking to end this for sure.

One cut, it ease the pain.

Two cuts, it rid the pain.

Three cuts, you dont feel any pain.

                       Blood was oozing, pooling to the puddle of forlornity that leads her to the eternity.