Fucked up teen suicide poem...Fucked up teen Suicide- Daniel .MI inhale from the can,And cant feel my face,I want you to hurt me.I feel Im going mad insideI feel Im going crazy.A fucked up life,I fucked it up,Ive gone from good to bad.And so I come aliveOn fucked up things ive never had.Oh they talk, and they admireBut they dont know who I amI cut myself, I watch the blood,I love the way it flows.I love the pain but cover it up,People judge what shows
So I am troubled, hidden demons,Demons of the mind.They plauge and haunt and torment and taunt,Till theres one choice left to make
I cut myself, I watch the blood.I love its marvelous flow,I love that red and Ill watch till Im deadThat dark red ruby glow
You will find me in a puddle,This poem in my hand,So I ask you now, dont blame yourself.You would never understand.
Deep feeling ... suicideDeep feelings- Daniel .MDoes someone know whats been done to meI wonder if, I hope they seeSometimes whats been done, it makes me sore,Makes want to go through that forbidden door.The forbbidden door to which I have the key,I could end it all in misery.But I put it push it back, nows not my time,Even though I could, after all its mine.The exacto-blade, it seems to smileAnd the pills, they seem to laugh,Its not hard, it doesnt have to to hurt,your just passing from life to dath. (death)I sometimes want to see their reactions,I want to see how much they cared.I want to see if anyone really liked me,And if at all any love had flared.Pain and love these are the culprits,So usually I make them hide,But I get depressed every now and again,And I contemplate