I am a 14 year old girl sharing her love for poetry and using it as a coping mechanism towards mental health problems
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.
laying in the bathroom crying my eyes out,
tell me that I'm worthless just one more time.
My anxieties are growing, breathing gets hard.
I can't control my body, please let me out.
It's getting harder to hide
All the feelings I've built up inside.
i was alone yes on my own
people they scream they pushed they teased
I was tearing up asking them to stop