Don't tell me your here when your not.
Your not here physically,
Your not here emotionally.
Even when I need you here
Your not.
You tell me I can talk to you,
When in fact I can't.
You tell me to hold on,
That I have to.
But you know what is here,
My blade, my Angel, death.
With the help of my blade,
I'll take my last breath.
All because you said you were here,
Even when you weren't.
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!
