Death,
It'll come.
Your last breath,
Will be the best one.
Happy and best dressed,
But they were wrong.
You were depressed,
They missed it all along.
Heart on your sleeve not in your chest.
Stabbed you while they sang their song.
Of sirens at their best,
They twisted the knife and put you to rest.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
