. . . scars . . . Scars . . . SCARS . . .
Cutting scars all over my arms.
. . . ties . . . Ties . . . TIES . . .
Leaving bruises along my thighs.
. . . meds . . . Meds . . . MEDS . . .
All these meds; they're fucking with my head.
I don't like wishing that I was dead.
I understand that you're tired of my lies.
Please don't leave; I'm sorry I went too far.
I didn't mean to give you my scars!
Please stop tryna feed me your lies!
Someone take me off these fucking meds!
. . . MEDS . . . Meds . . . meds . . .
I'm done with them fucking up my head.
. . . TIES . . . Ties . . . ties . . .
You won't find them around my thighs.
. . . SCARS . . . Scars . . . scars . . .
I can't handle anymore; please no more scars!
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
