Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

*May be slightly triggering*

I know there’s nothing for you here,
In the mess of my own head.
I guess it’s just easier
To just try and go to bed.

I’ve finished trying, it’s best I quit,
But the cuts won’t get rid of it.

I try to feel, but all I feel is pain.
The numb freezes over,
Yet feels the same.
There’s no reason to stay, there is no gain.

I’ve tried for years,
And for a while it was better,
But my wrists and thighs
Just keep getting wetter.

The red, it boils. My insides coil.
All I want to be is what I foil.

You say you’re wishing
As hard as me.
Thinking things that no other
Has ever thought me to be.

Please try to grasp
This idea of mine,
That in the end all that matters
Is that you will be fine.

I don’t care how bad it hurts,
I don’t care if I crumble and break,
I just don’t want to be there,
In your thoughts, as you wake.

I don’t plan on having a funeral;
My body’s best seemingly dead.
But to make tomorrow wonderful,
For you, I’ll go to bed.