(TW: suicidal thoughts. Mentions of self harm.

I will be fine.)

I’m so tempted to

Just … **E n d** it all

Tonight

I don’t have a

p _erilous_

l _onging _

a _nd _

n _eed_

But I have a

Knife! :)

SURE, ONLY A POCKET KNIFE

But if it was aimed

right

Maybe I could

End my

Life

Already cut a nice X(actly, so terrible.)

It feels like

Art

and there’s no e(art)h

without

ART, RIGHT?!

If

Only

It was just a little

Deeper

I feel fake and wrong and disgusting

No one has said I’m doing this for attention

No one knows about it

Yet still I feel

I’m doing this wrong

I’m not sick for fun

(At least I thought)

All my efforts

Wasted on chances

Can I get better

If I tried a little harder?

Useless endeavors

Intricate designs

Always I’m fine

Never enough time

Shining and smiling

While they stare at a screen

My blood is not real

Nor my heart or my brain

My soul

Grades stole

Don’t ask questions anymore!

I understand the violence and the **war.**

It

P

A

I

N

S

me to draw and

it pains me to write

Though stopping would doom me to give up, not fight

School takes everything away

I’m still never enough

Might as well starve

And carve out my skin

If that’s what it takes

To be young, sick, and thin

But at the end of the night

Like a blood sucking leach

When I hold my sharp knife

My hearts just out of reach.