Karis Braithwaite


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

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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009



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