I’m going to do it, I’ve had enough
This life for me has no fucking love
I have no fear, I defy all in my darkest time
I’m downing this bottle, all this wine
I need it as I don’t want to feel the pain
When I’m going to cut up all my vein
I’m going to bleed, to end my life
To exit this devastation, the hassle, the strife
I deserve it, to suffer, for what I will leave
My family, all the others, what will they believe?
By finding me here, in a puddle of my blood
As my body will piss blood like a crimson flood
What will they do, what will they say?
Will they forgive me, will they pray?
I’m weak, I’m desperate, but this is my ultimate plan
It is me who will hold my life in my hands
What will it be like when I start to cut?
Will my tears flow, will I have the guts?
Can I cut deep, explode an artery?
What am I doing, am I worried?
I’m so selfish, taking the easy root out if I dare
Not worried about my friend, the only person who really cares
She’s so special, she matters so much
I imagine for her this is going to suck
Forced to listen, to accept how I feel,
All my cries for help, how does she feel?
Sorry to my family for not being the timid girl you want
I’m the strong feminist, will you miss me when I’m gone?
You always judged me for being me
Why did you never want me to be happy?
I hate myself for being an attention seeker wanting to die
It’s going to happen now, will I do it, is this goodbye?
A poem about the life of one of my readers. A massive thank you to you.
Taken from Rhyming poetry to change your day by Philip Lister