A puddle of red
Someone's dead
In this spot I go?
I wouldn't dare
Here is my fear
Of red everywhere
YOU ARE READING
HUSH, LITTLE BABY
PoesiaI feel okay, until I’m alone. That’s when these voices in my head come and even them I’m not alone. But I’m alone with the monsters in my head. And that scares me. But we’re all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn’t the a...
