Done
I am done with love for you made it that way
I can't go on another day
I hit rock bottom and i feel like shit
I can give up others say i can't quit
but i am never happy i am always depressed
I have a whole in the center of my chest
I want to die but i can't
for I might still have a chance
I can't concentrate on what your saying
Your face in my head is replaying
I look at you and scream inside
I see your eyes and fight not to cry
You smile at me like everything is alright
While i sit in my room thinking of suicide everynight
I won't call that stupid hotline number
For i'd rather just plumet under
If i died it might be better
That way you don't have to forget her
I wish i could be yours but i can't
I am screwed with romance
I won't find love for that i knew for sure
When you walked out of my life sealing the door
The door to my heart that i opened for you
the door that I can't make new
I want to die so badly
I honestly don't think anyone understands me
i try so hard to keep a smile on my face
but it gets harder with everyday
I can picture myself hanging from the noose
Death is what i want but for some reason I can't choose
I wish that you could see my pain and take it away
But you don't care you show it by walking away
poem by Jean Pullman
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