If you cut or kill yourself,
You think you are too dull.
But if you cut and kill a flower,
It's because it's beautiful.
They tell you suicide isn't an option,
But they don't give you a better one.
They'll examine your head,
And they might as well hand you the gun.
Because they think they're right,
And that means we're all wrong.
But when I'm thinking at night,
My thoughts work like a bong.
I light a spark and they fill my head,
As I lay there without any sleep.
They convince me I should be dead,
But your conversations don't go that deep.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoesíaA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
