Hush little baby
Don't say a word.
Grab your blade
And cut your wrists
Your family hates you
And
your friends let you bleed
Doctors don't care for
the help you need
Open that bottle
And say your goodbyes
Whisper to the world
Your hurtful lies
Broken hearts and shattered
Minds
Detached souls will
Make you see
Your not wanted
And you should
Leave
But don't you worry
About your life
Because only God will
See what sin you've
Brought to life.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
