About wanting to die, but you still live.

I want to die
but only cry.
Thoughts of suicide
make me hinder.
My true self
has been put upon a shelf.
My inner being
is not seeing
only fleeing.
I want to cry
but only die.
Thoughts of suicide
no longer hide.
My true self
has been taken off the shelf.
My inner being is now seeing
no longer fleeing.

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  • chained to Mia on Apr 29, 2009

    I like your poem. it is honest and many people feel this way, me included. too bad we have to pretend we’re fine. As if living isn’t hard enough.

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