Thoughts

Before I start this poem I would like to leave a quick head note. Bullying , suicide, and depression are no joke. Your words turn into thoughts and the thoughts turn into actions. Love your peers because suicide kills. Rest In Peace Joseph "Joey - Joe Balls" Alfred Harris, this is for you.




Thoughts


It seems as if my suicidal thoughts aren't enough for you,
like you know I know I mean nothing to you.
It seems as if my hopes and aspirations are now a joke to you,
like I won't even make it long enough to even get the chance to try.

These thoughts run through my head,
like the picture is already painted,
on the canvas, that is my mind.

It seems as if you want me gone more than I do,
like if you had the choice you would make sure I wasn't here.,
It seems as if my inner demons are slowly taking over my body and my mind,
like I have no control, and all my good is gone.

These friends I have are now friends I had.
You act like I don't know its sad,
because eventually I have to face the fact that I had you and now I can't have you.
These deep thoughts keep running through my head,
and I think I'm going insane,
I am now losing my mind.

But everytime,
these thoughts always tend to come into and run through my head,
like the pictures already painted,
on the canvas that is my mind.

Maybe these suicidal thoughts will finally be enough for you,
because now,
the only thoughts that could ever run through my head,
are the one's of the way you used to feel,
when I used to be alive.