Razors are sharp
And they hurt like the truth
The truth about the world
And the truth about you
That you've found someone else
But she was never really lost
Because you had her
While another was in your arms
You might as well have tied the noose
Because of you that's what she did
She thought she wasn't good enough
So she dropped off the edge
And now thanks to you
She's no longer here
Why would you find another
When someone holds you dear
Because that makes them feel
Unimportant, and Insignificant
And If that other girl leaves you
You'll find another, unless you already did
YOU ARE READING
A Cry For Help
PoesíaAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
