the poems flow through me like water! wow!

cut me,
slit my wrist,
kill me,
now,
you know you want to,
really bad,
and so do i,
i want to die.
make me cry,
you already have.

I wish I could die sometimes,
Drown in a pool of my tears,
dont want to be sad,
but iam,
I wish I could die sometimes,
escape from this hell,

Iam really poetic today!

Death lingers down my tears,
the knife sharp, smiling at me,
waiting to cut me into shards,
just insert the tiny pieces of hate and tourture,
let me breathe again,
let me suffer through the pain,
the blood rushes through my veins,
I cringe, Im tied downm,
Suicide is the only way to live

Dying,
Death is black.
Crying,
Tears are red.
Sighing,
Sighs are blue.
Trying,
attempts are invisible and clear.
Wishing,
I had you back.
Wishing,
I was dead.
Missing,
you.
Missing,
you here.

IT'S EMILY! THIS IS MY POEM JOURNAL!