Parents, sipping your wine,
your daughter's upstairs,
she's starting to cry.
Your having laughing fits,
while she slits her wrists.
The fact that you never cared,
made her tear out her hair.
So please,
don't say "It wasn't her time!"
When your sweet little girl finally dies.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fine.
PoëzieA collection of quotes, lyrics and poems. Some are by me and some are not. Enjoy ^-^ TRIGGER WARNING: Please dont read if you are sensitive to topics like: depression, self-harm, suicide, blood, drugs, etc. You should also read "Jane's Friends"
