"He starves himself,
He cuts his wrists,
This story has a little twist,
He hates himself,
He wants to die,
You can see it in his eye.
You think this is crazy?
You think it's a lie?
Of course you do,
Because he's a guy."
I didn't make this poem it was on Facebook, it did not say who made it but it spoke to me.
YOU ARE READING
poetry.
PoetryThis book is just gonna be poetry that I think of though I might quote things I see online sometimes
