A Bad Place

I was in a really bad place when I wrote this one

God forgive me for my sins

I'm not religious but I am pinned.

Block laying atop my skin,

There is no cure, is there.

There is no true happiness,

It is all fake.

No one cares about me,

Maybe it's fate.

Maybe I'm supposed to mess up this much,

To give myself some solid reasons to disappear.

No one will have  clue where I went,

They'll all cheer.

Shall I run away or stop living,

Or continue taking these feelings in that will never go away.

Sometimes when I imagine me cutting myself to death,

It gives me relief.

Hand me a knife. I'll do the rest.

Or that peace and calmness of choking myself to death.

Oh how I long to get my small hands wrapped around my neck.

There is no need to cry, just breathe and die.

Reviews

[Silver]

Powerful writing , you took me to those dark moments you had , you did a beautiful thing , you wrote a beautiful poetry