Missed (Opportunity)

Missed (Opportunity)

Cuts on my wrists

Hands curled into fists

Will I even be missed?

Leaving a note

I wrote

I love you and it wasn’t your fault.

That’s a lie

I want to die and

It’s partly your fault.

But I can’t tell you that so I

Sit and cry

Why do I

Live like this?

Will I even be missed?

Reviews

[Starr]

I used to think like this, but ever since i got remarried I love my life.

[Austin_Meehan]

Just a very edgy poem I guess! Thank you so much. And I'm glad that you feel better than how this poem feels.