Well, well,
What do we have here?
Aww, so sad, her eyes are wet
With tears of pain and confusion.
What's wrong, don't you
Get the jokes?
We're only joking,
God, don't be so sensitive.
You're so ugly,
So stupid,
So pathetic,
So weak,
So clingy.
My God, what's wrong with you?
Oh my God, you cut?
You're such an attention whore!
What's wrong, crybaby?
You don't like it when I tell
You the truth?
You gonna go cut some more?
Go on, do it!
No one likes you anyway!
Why don't you do everyone a
Favor and just kill yourself.
These words echo in
My lonely mind
As I drag the blade across
My wrist.
My blood is warm,
My arm is cold,
My thoughts are hectic,
My life is worthless,
So why not cut deeper
And let my life go down
This bathtub drain?
YOU ARE READING
Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
