My soul is Hun along side a suicide note.
My thoughts were twisted,
But I never thought I'd cause my own death, with the rope my father left in our basement.
Just know darlin' while I'm writing this
You're the only one on my mind.
My thoughts are twisting into a cowardly spell.
A wizards wand to my heart left a scar that's slowly eating away at the real me.
I never imagined my life like this when I was younger.
I never did realize the downs of getting older.
The rumors, the names, the twisted games,
They all caused my personal hell,
All eating away at me with a razor blade.
The blood,the oh so fake smiles, the strength to withedurn each day.
Just goes to show you,
You don't need to die to be welcomed to hell.
YOU ARE READING
My collection of poems.
PoetryA collection of poems that I write late at night when I can't sleep and have a lot on my mind.
