I'm planning my death.
It's a few hours from now.
I'm planning my death.
This time I'll actually do it.
They'll find inside me a bullet.
And in my blood it will be written,
'YOU COULD'VE HELPED ME BUT YOU DIDN'T.'
YOU ARE READING
A lost girl's poetry.
PoetryPoems I've written about love, life, depression and everything in between.
