Give me a gun,
A bullet,
A knife,
A rope,
Some pills,
A shot,
Anything,
Just Kill me now.
Don't you see how worthless I am?
How crazy?
I'm insane.
I'm not worth loving,
And when you see these scars on my wrist,
The new ones that multiple every day,
loathing in self hate,
if you knew what I've done,
you'd hate me too.
Bitch, worthless, crazy, insane, mean, ugly, fat,
these are a fews words that describe me.
So kill me now,
before I get any worse,
because I can't take this anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
