Spoken Word Poem

I dig deep down through my skin Hoping ill leave Hoping ill never feel this pain again And hoping im free Not locked up in a room feeling unloved And crying myself to sleep I wanna be like a ordaniry kid Thats Happy, Smiling, & Exicited for school the next day But i dont get it No one really knows the importance of you until your gone Why ? ‘’ Yous said you’ll never do it again” but it hasnt stoped, Throw those ugly ass blads away it dosent do anything but hurts yourself & surroundings. You spoke up to me and told me ‘’ I dont know when its gonna end’’ it hurts me to even see a msg pop up on my screen like that,it was to late my help didnt do anything but as years pasted by the I see a post that says R.I.P to your name the devil had aready tock over your last breath and your final goodbyes it was to late , the thoughts rushing through my head were unbeliveable i thought to myself as if I didnt do much for you to apperciate my words and apperciate my help, I couldv’e stop you i could’ve done more for you to realise you are worth more, I could of done more… The msg im trying get out there is suicide isn’t somthing we should be joking about and suicide needs more attention then any other problem does…