UNTITLED POEM
(For Now)
by Gertie
All you seem to care about are my scars,
You don’t care about me wanting to jump in front of the moving cars.
Suicide is on my mind,
Wish you could be kind.
Please tell me a corny joke about being in a bar.
(Side Note: I wrote this poem back in February when I was feeling extremely suicidal. I AM NOT FEELING SUIDAL NOW)
I really like this. It’s very honest.
Thanks!!! Just putting myself out there to help fight stigma that goes with having a mental illness.
Raw and real! Thank God that has passed!
And difficult to write and share.
You wrote the truth and that’s hard to do. Glad you’re feeling differently now.
Yup it is difficult to do.