Can you see the room you're in; can you see it clearly?
Look a little closely, where are you really?
I am in a cell, chained to my remorse
I am in this hell-hole, I am here by force,
So don't tell me you want to kill yourself
Don't tell me you want to die,
You don't hate the world around you,
If a couple of tears meant you cried.
I am stuck in a world of people; talking around me?
I can't think of anywhere I would rather be,
Than sitting in my bedroom squeezing away my life;
Pushing it out with this little knife.
You want to know about pain, you want to feel despair
Take a look around, is there really anything there?
Because the world is beginning to crumble, the barriers started to fall
And here you are staring, at the pretty, high concrete wall.
Nobody loves me anymore, I don't think they ever did
I've been forced to move three times, and I'm still a fucking kid.
Accepting my dad tried to kill himself, accepting he doesn't care
Accepting your sister was never alive, isn't this life fair?
Accepting I'll never have any friends, and my body isn't good enough
Your addicted to these pills in your hand; dropping them is too tough.
There really is no way out forever, the scars have already told your story
You tried so hard to make things work, but your defeat is always their glory.
They told me I can run but I can't hide, and now I know that they were right
With the peaceful sleep 100ft below me, my future a perfect sight
These voices in my head running over time, they're not mine, they're not mine
The only way to get rid of them is too fucking die,
Goodbye.
Author notes
i dont know how you feel but it's when your in that state of mind, and all these voices talking inside your head all at once and you scream but no sound comes out they just get louder, and louder and louder and you just want it to fucking stop.
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its funny that you mentioned pills...nice poem i liked it. and yeah i have felt that fuckin insane. ive moved a totall of 13 times in my life. and i know what you mean by this all. great piece. i loved it.
~the sad farewell -
Your poems are truly astounding. Trying to grip the fabrics of reality. No one seems to understand the true art of wanting to die. They try to use bull shit reasons ' life is to hard, I can't take it anymore'. Those are no where near real reasons. The loss of a Father. a loved one is a reason. You feel like you cannot confined in anyone, that is no longer true dear one. If you should need a friend. I would be glad to be of help.
Love, Katrina
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