I lay here, the light from my phone illuminating my pale face, waiting for a text or call from you.
But it never comes.
I'm left alone with my mind.
The mind that is drowning me from the inside.
With constant thoughts of harm and suicide.
Why can't I help myself?
Why can I do nothing but suffer with these thoughts?...
Everyday I suffer alone.. I can't ask for help. I'm too scared to..
But then you call me and it's all okay for a little while.
But then it comes back.
And all I can do is cry..
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I Really Love You but I'm Bad with Words so Here You Go
PoetryThis is just a little book of poetry I've written. Inspired by events that have happened through my life. I hope maybe they'll help someone feel like they're not alone. ⚠TW: May contain mention of depression, suicide and self harm⚠ I hope you enjo...
