i reveal to you
where i cut and where i bleed
my tale of loneliness
my long dark history
all the stories that resign
written on my skin
just me and my short razor
where do i begin?
my parents never loved me
they just gave me away
that was the first time
until this present day
then came all the bullies
i guess i begged for more
the pleasant scars and bruises
come knocking at my door
so lets turn the knob
and invite them in
the storys never over
where do i begin?
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
