This is a bit of a edit, well a huge edit. Of a poem I wrote earlier in the week call "No one would care"
Sitting on the floor,
I curled up into a tight ball,
Here is where I sit, crying,
Letting all my tears fall.
I think of all the possibilities,
Of getting rid of this pain,
This hurt, this life,
And yet, everyone still thinks I'm sane.
But I am not sane anymore,
I am dying on the inside,
Losing my mind, day by day,
Even though, I put my feelings aside,
I try to wake up each day,
Happy to be alive,
Even though, I know,
I am only trying to survive.
Would you care?
Look me in the eyes,
And tell me you care,
Tell me you don’t want to say ‘goodbye’
As a goodbye means forever,
Because after I kill myself,
It will be too late,
Please, look after yourself.
I am sorry,
That I will do this to you,
I just want it to go away,
Not to hurt you too.
