How much
Until
You
Snap
I starve myself
I will kill myself
I will be set on fire
I don't know anything
Your words like acid
Your body hits like concrete
My anger
I'm sorry for not being the stereotypical victim type
I won't silently cut up my wrists
I won't bury my pain
I won't hang my neck without a tear
I won't die without a whole fucking fight
You will hear my final words
You will see the scars
You will know my pain
You will see the slits
Bullies are to oblivious to what they do
They'll suddenly care when I die
Thankfully, I don't feel empathy
Not for them, atleast
I'll laugh from the clouds
They'll tear me down until I snap
Until I kms
Then they'll care
But I won't give them that satisfaction
I find their attempts to hurt me funny
YOU ARE READING
Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoetryTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
