6 January

Rating: 5.0

I took a quick look at the rope,
before tightening it around my throat.
all I wish is to be dead.
The thoughts are taking over, my head.

Looking down on the cuts, in my wrist.
I just wanna be done with this.
96 days left until I die.
96 days to the last tears I'll cry.

The thoughts are taking over my head.
Feeling numb, like I'm already dead.
All my pain and anger, nobody sees.
But my lifeless body will make them fall to their knees.

Saturday, October 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: suicide,dead,depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
i am a 14 year old girl who tried to take her own life some month ago and wrote a little poem about the felling
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