Sad how I can’t even take my own life
Too scared of what might happen if I do
Too scared to cut my veins open with a sharpened knife
Do you feel like this too?
I don’t believe in a hell or heaven
Yet I can’t muster up the courage to do it
I’m stuck in this depression
I just can’t seem to commit to having my wrists slit
I’m sorry I wasn’t more cautious
Is this too graphic for you
Are you feeling nauseous?
Sad that all I’m saying is true?
I’m sorry I wasn’t more insincere
I should come with a sign
DO NOT GET NEAR
Maybe all I do is whine
Maybe I should just lie and say I’m fine
Copyright © Laurice S. | Year Posted 2018
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