The day is young
So am I
Oh god how I lie
My cat is timid
Barely moves
Parent who never loves
My wrists are bare
Shaking with fear
Doesn't even shed a tear
The wind outside
Blowing cold
Whistling words I've been told
They repeat
"Die! Get out of my sight"
Why even put up a fight?
The silver slides sharp
I feel my heart race
Metal picking up the pace
Line after line
Another one painted
My blood dripping, shirt tainted
Wind becomes louder
Shouting at me
Worthless! scum! Leave us free!
Tears stop falling,
My view starts to fade
I fall to the floor, releasing a blade
The day is still young
Just as I die
From all the lies
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Listening to the Voices
PoetryA collection of poems Warning: may cause some triggers, contains graphic descriptions, do not read if affected easily. P.S: You are all beautiful and truly amazing, you are not alone and there is always a better way. Lots of love! Stay strong loveli...
