Hold me tight,
Kiss my head,
Hope you won't walk in tomorrow
And see me dead.
Take my lighter,
Take my blades,
And keep me from going insane.
Destroy the haters.
Destroy them all.
Destroy the people who would call
You the cruel names.
The one's that hurt.
The ones that put you in so much pain.
Ignore their little games.
Ignore their "hilarious" taunts,
'Cause, Hunny, you need to listen to what you were taught.
Now stand tall
And stay strong
And block out the names that'll never hurt you again.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryTrue poetry comes from the hearts. This is my true poetry, from me to you.