When someone tells you "I love you."
They don't really mean it.
They mean they love the mask
That you put on to hide you drinking from the flask.
The flask that numbs you inside and out.
Hides your demons while you shout.
You decide your done.
And you fuck up your lungs.
You inhale the smoke.
You have a mental stroke.
You place the blade on your wrist.
The wrist that your about slit.
But someone walks in
And you go to the loony bin.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For All The Broken People.
Poetryit takes me a while to write poetry so every new part will come randomly. Thanks for understanding👌
