tw for basically everything
viewer discretion is advisedI'll smile and I'll swagger
but only cause there's a dagger
in my pocket and there's lines on my wrist
a noose in the closet cause I know I won't be missed
a demon's whisper in my ear
and a shot of agony and fear
a bullet to the chest
my hair? its a mess
bedsheets on the floor
knife's edge wanting more
pillows ripped apart
a shard of glass in my heart
clumps of missing hair
secret kiss, lost a dare
legs black and sore
what's there to live for?
blood in the sink
tears and spilled Ink
papers ripped to shreds
no stars above our heads
IDs in the fire
desert heat, we perspire
I feel like I'm dying
I speak up, you say I'm lying
Hanging from the ceiling, pretending that I'm flying
YOU ARE READING
Rated X for Extremely Suicidal
Puisia poem I wrote when I was high on sleepy eyes and sadness