I was four years old
"Don't play with matches, dear"
My mother used to say
When I wanted to watch the flame dance
"You'll burn yourself"
And I listened
Because I didn't want to get hurt
I was five years old
"Don't play with knives, dear"
My father used to say
When I didn't know any better
"You'll cut yourself"
And I listened
Because I didn't want to get hurt
I was six years old
"Stay away from the edge, dear"
My mother used to say
When I wanted to look down
"You'll fall"
And I listened
Because I didn't want to get hurt
I was seven years old
"Don't play with that rope around you, dear"
My father used to say
When I wanted to swing up high
"You'll strangle yourself"
And I listened
Because I didn't want to get hurt
Now I'm different
I was thirteen years old
And I played with matches
I watch the flame dance on my skin
I burn myself
Because I didn't want to get hurt
I was fourteen years old
And I played with knives
Just to make it better
I cut myself
Because I didn't want to get hurt
I was fifteen years old
And I stood on the edge
I wanted to jump off
I wanted to fall
Because I didn't want to get hurt
I am sixteen years old
And I have a rope around my neck
The burning the cutting aren't enough
I want to die
Because I don't want to get hurt
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Deadly Games
ПоэзияPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.