Pull the trigger,
Self destruction.
Wish you were dead,
Human malfunction.
Say you're fine.
Hope you'll get better.
Smile at others,
Whiskey under breath,
Drunk as ever.
Laugh a lot.
Cry inside.
Blade to skin.
Hoping you'll die.
While others ask,
If you're fine,
Use denial,
"I'm alright."
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
