You, too
The day I was born,
You probably didn't know,
You didn't think it was me you'd mourn,
You never thought I was the one to go.
I was the one who would act like a goof,
I'd laugh until I could no longer breathe,
My plan was fool-proof,
Because I had even you believe.
I'd cry myself to sleep,
I would tell myself that I was fine,
But the depression got to me bone-deep,
And the decision was no longer mine.
The day I left,
I'd never knew,
The secrets you kept,
That you felt the same way, too.
* ps I do realize I rhymed left and kept -_-
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry- Here's to the kids who break some days and have scars to prove it. • depression / anxiety / suicide / self-harm • {poems, quotes, thoughts, lyrics, etc.} » obviously, I don't own all of these. the poems are mine, unless stated otherwise. [i don't...
