Its 2 am and im awake
Suffering from self hate
Tearing myself down brick by brick
Tearing my skin cut by cut
Tryin to clear my head
Tryin to not end up dead
As i sit here i beg for an end
So i wont hurt no more
so i wont feel this way
In the end i guess its the way
That life must be
Who knows this might be the end of me
No one would care
I wouldnt be missed
After a few months i would be forgotten
Within a year it would be
As if i didnt exist
Its not like any one gives a shit
With a blood stained body
And heavy heart and clouded mind
I beg for an end to this
Its 2 am and i am still awake
begging for a new day
Author notes
if you read this you know what im talkin about and i miss you
Please tell me what you think
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That's not true. If nobody cared you would not be alive. Babies neglected and abused die from lack of love. You were loved once.
There is always a new day.
When you feel this way, look within. There is always something within yourself that you could change.
I'd love to talk with you. Read my profile if you can stand the wordiness of it. You'll see why I'm interested.
People don't miss people whose hearts lie in scattered shards on the floor. People miss people whose hearts are whole. Even if they gather up the pieces and put them back together in a mosaic of perseverance and strength, experience and wisdom. People miss people who did good on them, without whom their lives are lacking. -
your author note worries me a bit. this is really sad... but i used to feel like this 2. this is a really good poem though. i love the words you used you really get your point across. and the words flow well.
- katie
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this is one of the most heartbreaking writes i have read all day. suicide sounding and the author's note makes it worse for me. i really hope that you are not considering that. viyanna rosemarie
i am applauding that the emotion comes through so strongly, not that you think this way.
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