does shetheres a gurl in my class who i think likes medoes she
my mind always ask
does she when we walk down the halls my mind ask
does she it bothers me
day and night because i think i no the answer but then i think i dont i guess the future knows whats in store for me
and knows the answer to does she
too youngyour lying in the hospital bed wishing u were dead because u slept in someone elses bed u was so high on dopetoo young
that u coudnt say nope u made a big mistake by saying yes now ur parents are obsessed too young is what they said so dont go around sleeping in sum one elses
bed
SuicideSuicide is the only thoughtSuicide
lurking in my mind its
been coming so frequently in
this day and time.
Suicide is the only thought
running through my head then
I think of all the things you said
and im better once again.
Suicide is the only thought
that seeps to my brain and
its driving me insane cuz suicide
is the only way to end all this pain.
Suicide SongHow can sumthing that helps and relieves me of my pain be the one that’s taunting and driving me insane. When something bad happens and I have no where to go, and no one to turn to its alwayz there calling my name.Suicide Song
I wish not to be seen for Im to weak and fragrile to be helped and to brutal and broken by the words you’ve spoken.
Now as I peer down at my wrist, scars remind me of all my slits all the pain and problems of
myself. I begin to cry and ask myself why,
why I cant grow stronger and get out of this state of hate but its t
Would it be....The depressed child locked up in her room no escape route to be found. Maybe she’ll just lay their and discussWould it be....
how life is unkind in her screwed up twisted Mind. No one will ever understand her or how she really feels.
Shes finally came to the conclusion
that her lifes just an illusion and shes better off dead not one more word to be said. After tonight she’ll slit her wrist and drown in her
blood or pull a trigger and lunge a bullet in her head. But would it be a slow mourningful death?? Would it be gruesome?? or Would she lay there and peacefully die lik
Just another poemDieing confidingJust another poem
with voices in my head.
Crying and weeping by the things that you said.
Rotting, decaying, slipping
away I cant stay another day.
Living and bleeding a crimson betrayal. I'm slipping into the
holes choking on your words.
You want me to get well so I tell you I'm healed. But you know its a lie but its all because of you that I'm now lost in my mind.
the dare
much luv,
chelle
- MayDay
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