Dear mum and dad.
I can’t stand to live anymore
I just want to die and end it all.
The pain of living is just the start,
I’m sorry that I’m breaking your heart.
It started with hate, but now it’s little too late.
My life is a mess and I can only confess,
That inside it hurts none the less.
I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,
But in the end it’ll be okay because this is the only way.
I’m sorry for worrying you, I’m sorry for distressing you.
I’m sorry for killing you inside.
Mum it saddens me to see you cry
You’re the one who helped me get by.
You taught me to walk 
You taught me to talk.
Without you I wouldn’t even be here and I will always hold you dear.
Dad you’re the greatest guy in the world.
I never appreciated the time we had.
Inside I was daddy’s girl 
But I never showed you I cared
Without your guidance I wouldn’t be here
You told me that I never had to fear.
For such a long time I have felt this way and all I have to say is
“I love you” but it doesn’t seem like enough.
I know what you are about to go though is tough.
You are the best parents a girl could ever have. 
It’s just, all I want to do is die.
So this, I guess, is my goodbye.
-Anon 

I'M ALRIGHT. 
"I'm alright," she said,
Then her parents shut the door,
Leaving her alone with thoughts and music,
Nothing less, nothing more.

"I'm alright," she thought,
Dancing around and singing,
No thoughts of suicide or depression,
Yet that blade was still so-tempting.

"I'm alright," she told herself,
As she took out a silver blade,
Not one single regret,
Once she saw the cuts she made.

"I'm alright," she continued to think,
Wiping the blood off her pale skin,
Not one worry in her mind,
As she began to dance and sing again.

"I'm alright," she said again,
Feeling the blood staining her clothes,
No guilt got to her at all,
As she cleaned it up,
So no one knows.

"I'm alright," she convinced herself,
Walking to the cabinet to grab some pills,
Not one tear in her eyes,
As she consumed an amount,
She assumed could kill.

"I'm alright," she told her family,
Heading to bed for the last night,
Not one thought of the life, she's leaving,
As she laid under the covers,
Never again to see the sunlight.

"I'm alright," she told her mates,
When they asked her what's wrong,
Not knowing her failed attempt at suicide,
As she remembered how she couldn't be strong.

"I'm alright," she told him,
Planning her next attempt in her head,
Not changing her mind,
As she wondered why she wasn't dead.

"I'm alright," she finally believed,
When he said no words just held her tight,
No other words were said,
As she reconsidered giving up the fight.

"I'm alright," she finally admitted to herself,
And alright is what she finally was,
Not one thought escaped her,
As she thought about her future that almost wasn't.




Thoughts. Many thoughts. Thoughts you'd never expect I'd imagine.


If I was gone, it'd be better.


I promise.