"I...I just don't understand..."
"How come I feel like such an idiot?"
My Conscience takes a deep breath and swallows hard.
"Because you ARE an idiot."
"You're that strange kid that no one wants to be around."
"You're Society's trash."
" You're a laughing stock."
"You're nobody; on the inside and out ."
I just stand there.
I don't know how to hurt.
I don't know what to feel inside.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
