no matter where i go,
i can't find a single soul to side with me.
i don't know a single house that is safe for me to be at.
i don't belong anywhere anymore.
i don't want to be anywhere anymore.
everywhere i turn is just another brick wall.
i don't know what to do.
it's like being in a maze with no ending.
should i kill myself before i die of starvation?
i might as well.
i might as well.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
PoesíaVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
