I don't need this in my life,
I shouldn't have this knife.
I shouldn't be alive,
So I sit here and hide.
I don't know what's wrong with me?
Is it everything?
This is my cry for help,
I'm trying to save myself.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
