Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was just the cat"
Just another excuse
Just another lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
"Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
"Why were you crying ?"
"Just a bad dream"
But it's not just a cut
Or a tear
Or a lie
It's always 'just one more'
Until you die.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
