I cut to live
Not to die
I cut to stay
Not to fly
I cut to feel
Not to cry
I cut to tell the truth
Not to lie
Everybody tells me I shouldn't cut
That I have too much to live for
But they don't understand
I cut to say 1000 hellos
Not my last goodbye.
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*