fragile girls should choke on dirty bathwater,
their gravestones covered in tulips and kisses,
lipstick stains on white shirts,
daddy never stayed and left mom and the little girl,
how come he didn't want me?
what did i do?
but he will take care of me from now on,
run me bathtubs for eternity,
or else i wont survive,
that knife looks so: shiny, pretty and gorgeous,
a little prick of the skin,
i hold my breath in the cold bathtub.
!this is my poem !
(hii!! im back ig (??) this poem was kind of a little rant, but i hope it was ok 😓🫶🏽)
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nymphs
Poetry'u told me as u cried- fairytales are just a lie' :: where i share my poems ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
