Wouldn't it be great,
If I could just slip away.
Maybe grow wings,
Or maybe grow up.
Wouldn't it be great,
If I was alone.
No one to answer,
or No one to hurt.
Wouldn't it be great,
If I felt that you care.
No more wondering,
or no more suffering.
Wouldn't it be great,
if my heart wasn't broken.
Giving everything,
or receiving nothing.
YOU ARE READING
THE DEATH OF ME
PoetryPoetry about my dark, twisted past. Warning: This collection of poems contain topics such as: self harm, suicide, and self hate. Do not read if you are easily triggered by such things. If you are triggered easily, please try one of my other stories...
