i am so ready to burn down the walls
and smoke out all the bedrooms
and set fire to your stupid fucking car.
you said you would leave.
you screamed it like a promise.
but yet here you fucking are.
dear god i hate you.
i hate you for staying.
for tricking me into thinking
that i was finally rid of you.
i was so close.
so close to not having
to live in this hell.
dear god.
someone has to leave.
and if it isn't you.
—I cant stay here
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
