I'm done,
I'm honestly done,
I can't no more,
The more I wait,
The more it'll grow.
I'm done,
I don't think I can,
I've stopped feeling sad,
Like what's the point in trying,
When I know it's gonna be bad.
I'm done,
I want to leave,
I just want it to end,
And I wonder will anyone notice?
Oh please, what's broken can never mend.
I'm done,
I write these poems,
To help me breathe,
In the end this are just words,
On a paper piece.
I'm done,
I say this all the time,
But I always wonder,
When will I really be done
When will I go under?
Hello again I'm back with another one. This poem was supposed to be the last one but I've recently written another one. When I wrote this poem I was feeling numb and wanted a way out, even though I've thought about it I've never once tried doing it. I guess I was scared,I wanted to grow up go to college, get a job, meet someone special, start a family and have kids. So i didn't go through with it. Once again I would like yo thank all of you who considered reading this book, it means the world to me. Hope you're having a good day or night wherever you are.
Love,
C