My first thought in the morning is 'I wanna die'
I go to bed thinking 'Why the hell can't I cry?'
I don't want to die at the end of the day
I kind of just want the pain to go away
But how can you do that without taking your life?
Cause at the end of the day, depressions like a knife
A knife in my back tearing out my heart
It takes a few beats before it's ripped apart
Without a heart in my chest, I feel suffocated
And again, here I am, thinking I'd be better off dead.
I know it's repetitive and doesn't have very good flow but I wrote this a few days ago when I wasn't doing very well and I kinda wanted to share it with someone. I have other poems, too that are about all different things. My mom, anxiety, anorexia, even my ex girlfriend. I might share them at some point, if anyone's interested.