Nothing was made for the purpose of posting and uploading my poems
It's called nothing because, my poems are really nothing, they wont ever be something...
Suicide︎
As I sit here gathering research,
You mingle with the others
You don't notice or see me
Only when you want me to join in the fun
It isn’t fun
I sit here starting a plan
You go out there and try to start a life
A life I can’t acquire any longer
It’s gone yet it’s not
I’m here
But only for so long and you don’t even know
It’s been 2 years I’ve planned this
Numerous seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Weeks
Months
Years
How long until you notice
Once again I go through hell
As this isn't the first time
Who am I to say I go through hell
I have everything I could ever want
Yet it’s not enough
Maybe I’m selfish
Or just tragically mental
Or maybe just sad
Like how others like to put it
I’m just sad, they say
They say it’ll go away if I think positively
So long I’ve tried and it’s not working
Tell me why
Why does it hurt
How does it hurt
I ask I beg for your empathy
I sit here crying
No longer researching
Plan in action
No longer in my bedroom
In my bathtub
Water rising as I swallow 5 bottles
Only finishing 3
two blades
Only need one
Starving to death
Lungs punctured with chemicals and cancer
I lay back
A bag on my head
Water rushing
Rising
Falling
No longer clear
I close my eyes
No longer rising or falling
But dying
i'm so bored
hello idk wtf i'm doing rn