The knife next to me whispers
Sweet nothings to my heart,
And the rope that dangles
Tells me the story of a sad boy.
The pills next to my bed,
They sing me sweetly to sleep.
But the world.
The world shouts angry words,
Seeking bring down those
Already kicked to the ground.
Seeking to be higher
Than they know they are.
Be strong
Your friends say
I'm proud of you
They repeat
But how do you expect me
To believe you
When you never speak to me?
How can you expect me
To keep living in this darkness?
How can you expect me
To wear a fake smile and be happy?
How can you expect me
To be okay?
Because life is already
Kicking me when I'm down,
And sending me to the pits of hell
Where maybe I can finally be happy.
Where maybe
I can finally find comfort
Where I can finally lay my head down
And rest.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
Thơ caA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
