I sit
poem by:
Caitlin Dunham
Written
on Feb 18, 2017
I sit at the dining room chair. Staring at my dad's laptop. Scrolling through posts. Listening to music. Texting and having the bright screen shine on my face. I sit alone bored, depressed, and suicidal. Wondering if my life will ever end any time soon. I sit here feeling like I want to cry but no tears come out! I sit here depressed with no one to hug me. I sit here alone wondering what tomorrow will bring. I sit at the dining room chair.
Tags: sad, depressing, pain,
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Frank Hornby . commented:
Snap out of all that suicide shit!!!!.........life is too short ....for fucks sake!!!
Caitlin Dunham
commented:
+ Frank Byrne life is actually way to fucking long . And I'm allowed to express how I feel.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Yes Caitlin ...you are allowed to express how you feel.......good luck in your short life......
Ja Ja
commented:
I sat and read your inner thoughts through your poem. Thank you.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Feb 29, 2020 at 9:23am
....I'm so sorry for my comments.....I hope that you have turned your life around for the better, and are now happy.....
