Why do people kill themselves?
Why when, they are loved, when they are wanted.
Why cant they stay, why don’t they fight.
Personally I want to die every day, this is not a gimmick.
I know people love me, I know I’m wanted, but I hurt.
You say, you will listen if I spoke, you tell me I’m not Alone.
But I am, you are not in my head, you don’t see me crying in my bed.
I simply don’t feel worth much, I take away more than I can give.
It doesn’t get better, I just cant be happy, I feel dead inside.
I took my life in may, well I didn’t, only because I couldn’t physically.
These are just poems right?
I’m just being me, and for that, I’m honestly sorry.
I fake my way through all of this, but the other day,
I asked my mam when she would let me die, I’m numb to this, I cant even cry!
You say talk, but how, but why? You say fight, I say let me die.