TW: mentions of suicide
I only smile when they're watching
Brown eyes peircing deep
Only then i wonder
How far down can it creep?
The pain is coming fast
And deadly like a bullet
Help
Help
Help
How much longer can i do it?
Me.
YOU ARE READING
vent book
Poetryconsists of art, poetry, or just normal vents. (yes the cover is my cat)
