Well then
Isn't that great?
Your sad.
No, you can't do this.
Just push me aside.
I listen to everything you say
Everything you said
Force a god damn smile
Plaster it on
Hell
Cut it in your skin
Let it bleed.
Let the wounds
Infect
And let it slowly
Take you away
Wounds
Are
Better
Than
Bullshit
I want to be selfish
Yet
I want to help.
My brain is on echo.
Saying the same thing.
It moves in patterns.
There was never anyone
In the first place.
A gone mother
A druged brother
A broken sister
A wounded father
A scared boy in a world
That hated him
And his body
A friend wouldn't do this
And make me
Feel so alone.
When I'm sad
I don't cry
I laugh
Smile
Hurt
But I don't want to be selfish
I never do.
But somehow
I always am.
How do you
Exspect me to smile
When I don't have
A fucking knife
To carve it into my face.
I love you
I do
But, I can't anymore.
A sad poem?
No.
A suicide note
