All I want to do is escape this horrid place.
Half my heart is gone,
and my arm is full of scars.
I think of the past,
when I used to believe in love,
where I used to think happiness would last.
The blood drips fast.
Never fast enough.
I look up into the night sky.
The moon light shines bright.
I see a shooting star,
I wish to die.
I’vevieiven up this fight.
There’s nothing left to live for,
nothing left to say.
I’d rather just go far away.
Every night I drift off to sleep,
No longer do I have sweet dreams,
just nightmares about this secret I keep.
My secret plan to commit suicide.
It just feels right.
I hid and was never found,
I yelled but no one heard a sound.
Tears fall from my eyes,
I have so much pain on the inside.
Here I go again,
writing poems about what goes on in my head.
To make it easy,
I’d just rather be dead.
All of these I feel,
down I go as I kneel,
for now I know sadness is too real.
