sucidal notes

i stared into broken mirror

with the pieces all scattered about

blood all over my wrist

i fought back tears as darkness gnawed at me

its the fifth time i tried taking my life

when its not even mine to take

i have cried my eyes fiery hot

tried way too much

is there really an afterlife?

those were my only thoughts now

i sure still wanna make mama proud

still wish for papa's love

but how can i when am tried of trying

does anyone even believes in me?

my dreams, my gifts, my guts

they all seem like make-believe to me now

i dont belong here

am not strong enough to live

not worthy of your pity

your words seems like whispers to me now

you are trying to tell me something

i can hear nothing

i wanna go now

maybe some other world needs me

they call to me daily

and am ready.

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