You knew I wanted to die but you didn't care
You found the papers and gave me a cold hard stare
You set them on fire so it would be done
You got them all except for one
You never know my thoughts or what they do
You never know I exist until I'm useful to you
When people die you mourn
But I think you wish I was never born
If I was gone what would you do?
There would be no one to clean for you
I try my best but it's never enough
You brush it off like its little stuff
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment
Maybe if I end it all you could have some enjoyment
Life is hard and I know that but
What would you do if you knew I try to cut?
What if you knew I skip two meals a day?
Would you care or just look the other way?
I know they say you care
But I can't tell from your nasty glare
~This is my first poem ever I know its long but I hope you like and you can leave any constructive criticism or any support you may have in the comments. And this one is about my mom. It is what I kind of want to say to her but probably never will~
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Taylor's Poems
PoetryJust some poems that have been coming to mind lately. Some are from personal experience. Some of them may be triggering to some.