I think I'll slit my wrists today
Don't worry mum, I'll be okay
I think I'll puke my supper up
Oh brother, won't you cheer up
I think I'm ever so ugly
Geez dad, I ain't that youngly
I think I want to die
Dearest sister, he's just some guy
I think this is all I'll ever feel
Good graces my friend, it's not such a steal
I think I'll never measure up
Oldest of fathers father, I still feel like a pup
I think I should stop waking up
My mothers mother, would you like a cup
-M.M
YOU ARE READING
Silent as my screams
PoetryThings I could never say, thoughts I have on my depression and anxiety, and descriptions of fucked up life events. Over all a clusterfuck of fuck this that and the way i feel. Not angry, well not completely anyway, mostly just bitter self-loathing...
