suicide

the struggle shall be raveled

my pain is not physical, its nothing you see but to me my cry for help rings out loud yet you still ignore me.  They tell me I'm a waste of space and how I'm a nut case. I just want it to end is that to much to ask. I want to feel the joy that once was where the pain is. I just want to belong I know suicide is not the answer but if it erases the pain it's what I chose I have nothing to lose. Try for one second to think about how I feel. when I cry I don't know why it's happened so many times I should be used to it. But I'm not any of those names you call me just because I don't like or do what you do it  doesn't justify  what you put me through. I just NEED the pain to stop. But it wont so good bye world 

Author's Note

I know I suck but look at the message pleas if you don't like keep it to your self

Reviews

[Kasey Miriam]

Sweetheart your writting is deep and full of pain, keep writting this site is full of kind and caring honesty and you are always welcome to talk to me. I hope to hear from you dear.

[Eddie Davis]

Angel, there are a lot of people here at Writer's Cafe that care. There is also a suicide crisis group here that you should be able to find if you use the search engine. You are welcome here, don't give up, there are many people sharing the same feelings you have, but you can find strength and friendship here.

[abluehorseandflowers]

You are a holy soul worthy of love, so from my perspective, of course you are good enough. I've hung myself twice. The first time the branch broke after I was unconscious; the second time a nurse caught me as I stepped off a trash can. I like your poem, I relate to it. Is it rough, yes. And you seem to have an intuitive grasp of meter and rhyme. Here's a site: http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/197 On it you'll find different poetic styles and structures. Try forming your anguish into one that appeals to you;. Then try another. And another. Then it will no longer be a question of if you're good enough, but one of why in the world you ever thought you weren't.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

You're too young to be writing such deep stuff. Hope you find inspiration to write more cheerful poetry. regards. Clive.