botaanik
Bluelighter
Here is just word's from person who have made suicide with no result, but I will kill myself(soon). It's purley raw poem so here it is....
I am who I am and me is me
I'm closed in my brain
It's locked up in my mind
And I can't go behind my mind
I see people on the street having good time
I see myself as center of it and affraiding
I can't socialice with others, because of the wall!!!
I see, but I can't touch, I think, but nothing
I'm in invisible bubble, I see and then don't
I talk to people, but they've still far away,
away from my mind, just like I'm in trap in my mind
So don't judge me, I'm who I'm, the problem is,
that I'm cut off from the rest of the world.
Again, I cut myself to see how I bleed
Another line to nose and awake I'm
I don't want others to tell what I need
I know who I'm and I'm not braoud of it
I have lost all my friend's even more
my family reject me as a person. I have in the end of the line
My mind is overheated with all the information from, TV, internet,
college, book's, persons and so on. I need to pack because it's
time to leave. They've waiting me in place far far away from reality.
Till next time... wait a minute, you are not coming back
It's only one way ticket and.... and.... I wanish.
I haven't written any poem before, so.... just fuck it!
I am who I am and me is me
I'm closed in my brain
It's locked up in my mind
And I can't go behind my mind
I see people on the street having good time
I see myself as center of it and affraiding
I can't socialice with others, because of the wall!!!
I see, but I can't touch, I think, but nothing
I'm in invisible bubble, I see and then don't
I talk to people, but they've still far away,
away from my mind, just like I'm in trap in my mind
So don't judge me, I'm who I'm, the problem is,
that I'm cut off from the rest of the world.
Again, I cut myself to see how I bleed
Another line to nose and awake I'm
I don't want others to tell what I need
I know who I'm and I'm not braoud of it
I have lost all my friend's even more
my family reject me as a person. I have in the end of the line
My mind is overheated with all the information from, TV, internet,
college, book's, persons and so on. I need to pack because it's
time to leave. They've waiting me in place far far away from reality.
Till next time... wait a minute, you are not coming back
It's only one way ticket and.... and.... I wanish.
I haven't written any poem before, so.... just fuck it!

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