if I'm a witch why haven't I been hung?
seventeen and beautiful, innocent and young.
Screaming voices, screaming voices, urging me to go
I'm drowning in the water but I gasp a quiet "no"
Whispers whiz around my ears and tears stream down my face,
"i want to die, i want to die" oh god, im out of place
i don't belong
i wonder why
oh yeah, im just insane
my hands are stained
my wrist is sprained
wait, is that blood?
YOU ARE READING
just some of my shitty poetry
Poesiareally guys the title says it all tw: self harm, death, mental health, blood mention
