Cut It Out.

im very tired rn.

I'm going crazy.

"I'm fine" I tell him.

"Your wrist says otherwise!" He yells.

My wrist does say otherwise.

Says: 

'Cut me.

More blood.

Deeper.

Closer to a vein.

Kill yourself.

They don't care.

They'll move on.

Their love....they don't share.

Your siblings got each other for support,

Just go home and overdose.

Don't worry anymore.

Forget about the pain.

Just kill yourself.

Then you'll be okay.'

No cares right?

Why can't I just be happy?

Is it me?

God it hurts, why so easily?!

I wanted to be okay.

I tried to be okay.

Didn't work.

I'll just kill myself,

Rest my head in the dirt.

Tell my so-called "friends" don't cry,

Tell my parents I did try.

Tell my siblings it wasn't their fault,

Tell Matthew I felt trapped in a vault.

Things were never okay,

Guess I failed at hiding my pain.

Tell Wayomy she was right,

You never notice someone,

Till they die.

'I'm sorry'

Author's Note

this poem is old, don't be scared.