Hush my darling,
Don't you cry.
Look up at the pure night sky.
Go inside,
Under your covers.
Slash your body,
Hope you recover.
Hear a knock at the door,
Clean the blood dripped on the floor.
Cover,
Cover,
Fake a smile.
It won't get you far,
Not even a mile.
Fall on the floor and hit your head.
Your wish is granted,
You're finally dead.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoesieA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
