She wore a smile like a loaded gun
Filled with the ammunition of
Eight years of suicidal ideation but
Never did anything about it when
Forged from fear of isolation
Never crossed her mind that
Loaded guns aren't for little girls
With life and death in her hands
And the tears telling her that
She can't always be smiling
When the end of the day shows
She is still entirely alone
With only end as an escape
From the rapid deterioration of
Some kind of new reality
If it's nonexistence, heaven, or hell
She'd take them all over this
"Take care of me," she says,
As the metal hits her teeth
The fire in her eyes fluttered, dimmed
But I swear that I could see her smile.
BINABASA MO ANG
Death Threats ♡ poetry
PoetryThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...