What Would You Do?

I hate the world but mostly I hate myself
Sometimes I wish that I were someone else.
The hurt I’ve caused, pain inflicted
Something that I never expected.
I try to hide the pain that’s shown
The questions asked when on the phone.
Sometimes I sit and look at my life
All the pain, the hurt, the strife.
I push away the ones I love
And only think about what’s waiting above.
If I took my life today
I wonder what people would think or say.
I feel like I can’t hang on anymore
I’ve felt like this, it’s happened before.
I hope I get over it, but maybe one day you’ll see
That sometimes it’s just too hard to be me.
I hope you wont’ get mad or frustrated
But think how I’m feeling, pretty much hated.
You don’t care about me or how I feel
I just pray that somehow my heart will heal.
The time has come to say goodbye
I’m leaving now and flying high.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Smith-Johnsen Avatar
December 24, 2009 at 12:46 PM
Andria, Sometimes outside help is needed in order to regain self-respect and self forgiveness. There is nothing on earth that is worth taking one's life. Trust your parents and talk it out with them. If you can't do that, Call the National Suicide Hot-line for help. 1-800-273-8255
Malebranche Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 12:51 AM
You are scaring me for how similar we are in mindset. Many times, i feel alone and the only escape i have is my writing. You have a gift of expressing emotion and you have a reader for life in me.
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