Slit your wrists,
cut your thighs,
fake a smile,
dry your eyes,
don't let them see the pain in your heart,
of the despair on the outside.
They like to see you cry,
beat down also,
but don't hide,
keep your head held high,
show them that they are wrong,
And that you are alright.
Prove that your stronger,
And that you can fight.
We all have demons,
and yours are inside.
So now you can show these wounds tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories and poems
PoetryJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
