Self-Harm Colorless

''Author's Note: This poem is based for the suicidal and depressed. ''

I want to be a person like you

I want to be a person like me

Wouldn't it be nice, but would I be myself?

One thought, one dream is just child play

A puppet; as I slowly rot away

Even with me dead, thousands wouldn't care

No one doesn't even know; none don't care

It would be nice if it was true

Just this type of me vexed and vanishing

Would millions be delighted if I wasn't here?

That kind of glad thing won't exist.

Tomorrow too, i'll be a half of myself

If I only disappeared this way

This unnamed madness of me

Hundreds of millions wouldn't know

No one wants me; No one cares

I wish it was true

This part of me hadn't changed

Thousands of people, wouldn't even change

Since no one would detest me

There would be no change in my lost memories

Just this type of me, why do you even care?

With you smiling, I wish it would just be over

My heart reversing; conversing urges to scream and run

Reasons for me to say goodbye

If I were sad or mad or wanted to vanish