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CallMeVenus Nov 2017
I don't have any amazing stories about my life and about who I am
I don't even know who I am

And I wish I could lose everything and everyone so I could have a valid reason to end my life

I have the best parents
A loving sister
Dear friends
And they don't deserve the pain that would demand to be felt if I killed myself

I don't deserve what I have
I keep letting everything escape my fingers because I never held on tight enough
And pain is festing on my soul like a hungry animal thirsty for blood
Because lately, I am sure there is something wrong with me

My biggest punishment is being aware of the consequences people around me would endure, the aftermath of suicide

I pay my sins with having to live and disappoint over and over again

I am so so sorry. And I know you are tired of my sorrys. But you are never letting go. Because you love me. And I do not deserve that and it's only making things harder

Please hate me. Please.
She Writes Nov 2017
She was no longer sad
Though she had every reason
She’s no longer angry
feelings used to change like the seasons

empty and numb
Is all she feels now
That’s probably worse
Deep down she knows

She perfected her facade
Pretend it’s all okay
Shut down and feel nothing
Easier than feeling everyday
Caitlyn Tierney Nov 2017
it's not the fight that hurt
it's not the sharp words
it's the silence
the numbing silence
when you know
"this is it"
when there is no longer a fight
it's just
nothing
no feeling
no hate
but
no love
sometimes, the silence is an answer
Akash mazumdar Nov 2017
Do you know how beautifully you get all of me?
Every feeling and the pain you get them too obviously,
As much obvious like the universal truth of sun rises from the East,
Many times it gets harder to know how I feel,
But you already know what is going on in this deep sea,
Deep sea made of billions of thoughts in it,
I know your situations your endless beautiful deeds of too,
I know am a fool everyday either directly or indirectly I've hurted you,
If you hurted me ever I don't think so you did,
Then it couldn't be you it could have be me,
I can't even say sorry for most of them you know ?
Because you just forgivie me before releasing what I did though,
I know I should have known of  my limits and revised them ,
But it gets harder to do it when I see your deep dark pupils; Every strength for denial that I feel something I lost strength,
And I know you care for me so much and adore too,
You do many things I am not able to thank you,
I used to say it's just time am trying to be humble ,
But you do all of kindness without even thinking how bad or good it can end or situations can stumble,
It shows the purity of heart ,
This is the one of the most aprreicable thing I noticed from start,
Words won't end that easily so I have to made them,
Don't worry I won't waste them,
Stacking up all your expectations,
Just relax am alright I'll deal with this hurricane with  all possible cautions.
seven hundred and thirty days
since I last saw your perfect teeth
and heard your musical laugh.
seven hundred and thirty days
since you combed through your hair
and got ready to start the day.
seven hundred and thirty days
is such a long time.
but its felt like so much longer
since you were not here to
experience those
seven hundred and thirty days.
Rest in  peace, TJ.  Sep 1, 1999- Nov 7, 2015
Dani Nov 2017
Snap, snap
Against my wrist.
Snap, snap
Escape my twitch.
Snap, snap!

And I’m gone.
Slingshot, catapult, trampoline,
Snap. Snap.
Pull me back
Towards safety, baby
Snap, snap.

Something coiling
Above my stomach
Snap, snap:
Start to plummet,
Feeling nothing
Snap, snap:
Try to regain
All but chest pain
Snap, snap.

Begin to wonder
As I fall asunder
If this safety net
Hanging on my wrist
Would do me any better,
Apart in my fist –
Snap! Snap!

Don’t think these things,
I tell myself,
Snap, snap,
I hold myself
To my routine,
Snap, snap,
To keep me sane.
trying a bit of rhyming
Depression is that one friend
who is attached to you by the hip.
The one who bugs you,
Points out the insecurities you carry
You ponder on the thought
Of being free,
Not having to live with this leech
Inside of your head.
Tearing, breaking, crumbling your mind.
It breaks you,
Mentally and physically.
A war is going on in your own head
It will win.
I'm sorry I can't get out of bed in the morning.

My head is so full of thoughts, always a mess.

I'm sorry I'm quiet a lot,

I don't like to talk in front of my peers.

I'm sorry I'm distant a lot.

I feel like I disappoint everyone who I know.

I'm sorry I'm sad, and have to go to therapy.

I can express my feelings there, when I'm sad.

I'm sorry I want to end my life,

Things just aren't the same anymore.
Don't let someone else do the honor
of making your heart gleam with joy.

Don't let the words, spoken with negativity
affect the way you walk down the street.

Dont change yourself,
because society says you should.

Make yourself proud
Make yourself happy
Be you.
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