I cannot stop thinking of what will happen
If they know
I am marred
Dieing on the inside
If they know how deep the bullet penetrated
Will they be sad for me?
Will they care?
Will they try to save me?
I don't want it
I don't want anybody to be my savior
Someone tried last week
And broke me further
Scattered the huge piece I pieced together last month
I have nothing to say
No hand to hold
Just a pen in my hand
And I'm saying there's too many ways to kill one's self
YOU ARE READING
Depression
PoetryI must be on the brink of insanity......so surely I will write to stay sane..my poems are all I have hey....if your a fan of poetry then you don't mind adding to your library❤️ Everything here is solely mine ......so please try not to steal anything...
