Please don't tell me you love me,
It makes it harder to see the truth.
But every day you look at me and say I'm worth it all,
Makes it almost okay.
Please don't tell me that I matter,
It makes it harder to leave.
Your smile though, your words, your eyes,
Makes me feel like it will be over soon.
Please don't,
Please just be like the rest.
You don't want to hear my trauma.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of Whispers
Poesíaa collection of poems written by me and my friends. TW: suicide, self-harm, EDs, Grooming, Rape, and topics similar. I am not responsible for anything that might happen to you during or after you read this. You have been warned.
