*Sorry I know this poem is really bad but I was...
I am lost...
I can't find a reason
To get up out of bed...
Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...
I was all alone
I didn't know what to do...
All around the empty spaced room
Laying quietly on my bed spread...
The darkness
the fears...
Sand in the hour glass continues to drip,
While I continue living this lie...
I look in the mirror
In disgust feeling hate...
My hands are shaking
I'm freezing cold...
*Not one of my best, but figured I'd post it to...
When I read a poem of suicide...
The depression, the pain,
The hurt in my eyes...
What's wrong right now?
There's nothing right...