Are you happy?
Are you glad you have what you want?
Because I know I feel like shit,
And all your words do is taunt.
You see these scars,
The ones here on my wrist?
The ones you said you would prevent,
The ones that you once kissed.
You said you'd always be there,
But all you do is lie.
I sit right here, tears on my cheeks,
A noose I'm about to tie.
I want to die,
It's time to go.
But I just don't understand,
How you could stoop so low.
Lower than the lowest low,
Just to make my life a living hell.
And now you'll feel guilty,
Because I've finished yelling my silent yell
So a goodbye I bid,
I won't say any more.
Except you're an evil, little bitch
And you're the reason I lay upon this floor
YOU ARE READING
Help Me.
Short StorySuicide. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just writing my thoughts down.