Last night depression wrapped me like a blanket .
I lost my crown to live
I called your name, you looked and turned away.
I can’t trust my life in my hands anymore.
I want to call your name and get a reason to live .
But I get green marks
I feel you may never be mine.
It will soon be time to take my last breath and watch as the blood run dry in my
wrist and my heart as I say goodbye.
But it’s scary what a smile can hide.
A smile on my lips, but cuts on my hips.
My mangles body you shall see
My head was all but a mess.
My messages and depressions you never saw.
But now suicide will be obvious .
I just knew you won’t care until I ‘m dead.
Maybe you would write me a poem or edit my biography for free.
I’m putting your name on my wrist so everyone would know you were the last thing that went through my heart.
I want you to know that I love you very much, more than words can say, even more than myself.
No!!, I love you so much to set you free from my dying heart.
I hope you read this
I don’t care if you reply
I will still wait to see green marks.
I’m done crying
I’m done fighting
I’m done trying
I’m done living
I’m done waiting for your flaming tongue to lick my pains.
I just dropped the last fake smile as tears ran down my cheeks
I can’t do it anymore.
I bid my last farewell to those nights of long drolling chats.
I hope you understand.
By VERALYN. (From the “Diary of a naughty fine girl”)