Why does she
Always have to
Destroy my happiness?
Why does she
Always have to tell me
What to do?
Does she want me to
Be even more jaded
Than I am?
Does she want to see
Me with more
Scars?
Does she want to see
Me in a pool of
My own blood?
Does she even want me to
Be happy?
Does she even
Care?
It doesn't matter
Anymore,
Cause now I've done
This for too long.
I don't have anymore
Tears to cry or
Blood to spill.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the depressed
PoesíaA collection of depressing poems I've written over the years. Please note that these are/can be very depressing poems and I do not promote self-harm or suicide.
