PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Untitled


I'm so sick of having to write more things down

Like I am supposed to entertain you like I'm a clown

Just juggling or some shit, because I love it

I am not shitting you, I can't stand this shit

I'm not trying to throw a fit

I'm just in a bottemless pit

Where I have a knife and stare at my wrists

I'll be okay according to the professionals

With all of there impressive credentials

I don'r mean to say the wrong thing

But everydays that same sad song sings

I want to live, but I don't

Kill myself, Yeah I guess I won't

Keep pushing these buttons of mine

Like you actually know me, I guess that's fine

Instead of just listening, Yeah I said leave me alone

Mabye fuck off , I guess you already know

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

cheechworldwide

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.