love yourself; written in november of two-thousand fifteen
-
oh, those scars
on your wrists
say everything
but you're forced
to say
nothing at all,
with a head full
of cruel voices
ruling over
your choices,
telling you to
end it all
wishing you'd
finally fall,
you have to be
strong
you know they're
wrong,
don't listen to
a word they say
and don't let them
drive you away,
i'll make sure you're here
to stay for good
please, love yourself
like i know you should
[a.g.]
