I'm so close
To ending it all
All I need is for someone
To tell me to stop
Yet no one makes a sound
When I am dead
will you wonder to yourself
What could I have done?
What should I have said?
The answer is one simple word
Stop
Just tell me to fucking stop
Yet I hear nothing but emptiness
Nothing but quiet
And sometimes
"Quiet is violent"
YOU ARE READING
People Are Poison
PoetryJust wanting to be artistic and artsy I guess, I just write when I'm bored, it's just my thoughts.
