Hopeless 2

people will attack you for your mistakes,

I like to make them happy

most people are so full of hate

at night i didn't sleep. I spent my time awake.

thinking of my past trauma. 

memories so painful and significant, 

I physically can not let them fade.

if you want to take your life than take it.

If you despise every aspect of living

 and hate it,

people must hate you too. let me explain it.

people think that suviside is extremely selfish.

but people hate you. you can't save humanity, 

but you can help it.

less people, less hate is what i believe in.

my demons only pop up for a short season 

but now im trying to keep my demons from leaving.

I scare people when im happy.

ain't one even knows what i'm feeling

my therapist says I need someone to bandage my wounds.

when my soul is bleeding.

I don't have someone.

most of my life, I spent my time by myself.

I need people because solitude is bad for my mental health

my self consonse is making me have a party at my house

I invited my whole world, so i could tell them how I felt.

but only depression trauma, fear, and loneliness showed up.

no one else.

now that there dead i've been so close to my self. 

lately i've been writing mean notes to myself

happiness is trying to take control of myself,

so i lock it in a box, and slipped it on my shelf.

people keep on yelling that is bad for my health

I don't know who to trust. it's so hard to tell.

because almost every on in your life,

is there to cause you pain.

I think that way because of my trauma.

also maybe cause i'm insane.

 when i was abused it broke

and scared everything in my brain.

fire in a building, people evacuate,

but i remain.

I can't live this way.

please just take me away.

bye.

im gone.

farewell to the old me you once loved

it won't be hard for me tho because the old me

was just a mask that I used when I was talking to

someone I didn't trust

so I guess, our friendship with a fake than.

eh?

don't reil me in again fool,

im alreaidy gone.

you ain't going to save me this time idiot,

im alredy hung.

I feel hopeless again.

I wish I could go back to the people who hurt me

to show them what i've become.

but I aint done;

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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