Suicidal Ideation. Another Sonnet, And More Existiential Angst. Poem by Karis Braithwaite

Suicidal Ideation. Another Sonnet, And More Existiential Angst.



It is as if there is no reason for me existing
Everyone would be happier if I were to die.
Why on Earth do I keep on persisting?
I need to rest my head upon this bed; lie,
I realise that I am not the type of girl to GIVE IN
But really what is the point in me;
LIVING?

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