ThoughtsA Poem by Kimberly GraceThe fourth writing from two weeks before my suicide attempt over a year and a half ago.I think too
much. Thoughts run through my head, a million thoughts are going through my
head. I think of him. I think of getting better. I think how there is no point.
There’s no point in getting better if I’m just gonna be sad again. If I’m just
going to die someday, whether by my hand, nature’s hand, or someone else’s
hand. There’s no point if I never feel the same feelings I felt for him for
anyone else. All I want is to love and be loved. But, will this ever happen?
Will I ever learn to love someone else? Will someone else love me, like I want
to be loved? Or will this awful pattern of random sex, depression and drinking
continue? Only I can stop it, but do I want to? I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. I just want to give in and give up. F**k. © 2014 Kimberly Grace |
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Added on June 18, 2014 Last Updated on June 18, 2014 Tags: thoughts, thinking, death, depression, hopeless AuthorKimberly GraceMacungie, PAAboutI like adventures and beautiful thinks. I like movies. I like reading. I like food. I like a lot of things. I'm pretty troubled and I have some issues. I'm incredibly random. A lot of times I don't li.. more..Writing
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