I use to think death could end all my worrys.I use to believe my dad when he'd call me a slut. I use to think I had no reason to live. Because I thought everyone hated me.There was a time when I woul sit and cry over nothing. Never knew why. I just couln't figure it out. I would tell my friends how I felt but I felt they didn't care either. I use to run from my fears. Im grown now, or at least more than I was then. i know now that death isn'e something so joke about. It's not an easy way to make things a lot easier. I can now face most of my fears, but the one I can't is the one that made me want to commet suicide. The one that drove to my limit. I now know that im not a slut and that my reason for living is because of my friends and those few people who do car bout me. One of my best friends died and after I thought my life was all just a pile of shit I realized that it's not. When I know I can't face my fears and I think I need to die, i think about how I feel bout my best friend diein and how my friends would be hurt. Not every one hates me, but not every one loves me either. When I felt my friends didn't care, they really did.No one has to end their life. These are just some thoughts.
Reason for writing:
Just some thoughts on this subject.I've been so close so many tiems but yet im still here.Talkin bout it helps. so if you need to talk please e-mail me. I could help. Trust me. i just dont want anyone to feel like there is not one reason to live. I found my reason and you have to find yours.So please talk to someone if u feel like you need not 2 live.
Birth sign: Taurus
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