What are you looking for?
Featured Topics
Select a topic to start reading.
If you are in crisis and need immediate help, please call 1-800-273-8255 (NSPL) or text HOME to 741741 (Crisis Text Line). More resources.
I've become so detatched
The trees are calling me
My heart it begs
For what I don't have
For what I'll never have
Face to face with sorrow
My only friend
A wasted body
Swings from this tree
Better for the forest to feed
I'm tired of playing
This ugly charade
It's killing me again
And for once I'll feel free
Forced to take this last breath
I'm sorry
I've spent so long inside my head
The darkest nights stuck in my bed
Always illusions, forcing their way inside
I'll never know what it'd be like
You'll find this of course
I know you will
And I know you won't take this well
But I'm just so tired of being who I am
Inside, it's always killing me
And for once I'll be free
Free from myself, free from this sunken world
I don't know what's real anymore
But this rope feels awfully tight
And these sheets so cold
When they wrap my body
Maybe I'm still here
Maybe I'm already gone
I don't think I'll ever know
The dreams I have, I just don't know
If you see a comment that is unsupportive or unfriendly, please report it using the flag button.
Give it just one more day. What could it hurt?
Reply