Depressed thats all she was,
Wanting to end her life and just give up,
She was tired of suffering and tired of trying.
She just wanted at least someone to realize she was slowly dying.
Screaming from the inside out, but no one seemed to wantto help.
She tried writing her feelings down on paper, but that didnt seem to help,
So she moved her canvas to her wrist hoping she could possibly bleed out.
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems
PoetryI came about my old poems from when I was having a rough time, and I realized that they weren't half bad so I thought I'd share them.
