Overdose.A Poem by ElfrinettWhile they all sleep at night I sit on the floor crying while blood rushes down my skin. Because were suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn't the answer. Since I'm too scared to tell my parents I tell the internet praying, that these tests and online quizzes will tell me whats fucked up about myself. The only reason I haven't done it is not only cause im afraid of the other side. But more importantly because im such a self-absorbed curious b***h that I wanna see everyone I know after I die. I wanna know who truly suffers and who didn't care enough to shed a tear. Its morbid and horrible I know but its my thoughts and if heaven has a t.v that I can watch people after I die sign me up. But, Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? It's funny how when people try to talk me out of suicide they think guilt tripping me by saying "Think of how much people would cry over you, think of your best friend your parents your siblings" like that's gonna stop me. I simply reply with a short "I know" or "..." Because "I don't care" or "I hope they do" Is too.... Heartless... Am I heartless? Or do I want the ultimate proof? I want to die and then see people worry and then come back. maybe that means a good overdose is the answer. Since it's not permanent.
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2 Reviews Added on December 27, 2014 Last Updated on December 27, 2014 Tags: depression, suicide, thoughts, 4:00am thoughts AuthorElfrinettCanadaAboutHi, I'm Alice! I like Dolly things and everything cute :3 I like creepy and dark stuff too I love animals, Stuffed and Real! c: Pansexual & Demisexual. ≧﹏≦ Singer/Songwriter/Perf.. more..Writing
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