Treasure Island

cheyenne riegsecker

(March 20,1997 / Missouri)

Suicidal Thoughts


All these thoughts about death,
will never leave my mind.
Thoughts of committing suicide,
are starting to torture me.
Maybe this wouldn't happen,
If I acted like I didn't care about you,
Or try to forget you.
But it kills me just to try,
I occupy myself,
so that way I'm thinking of something else,
They keep coming back.
What do I do?
If I really do kill myself,
and there is such a thing as an afterlife.
Would these thoughts keep tormenting me?
I can't take anymore of this.
I guess I'll just kill myself….
And see what happens next,
or I might die of just trying to forget you.

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
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