if i wanted to be hurt i would have cut
if i wanted to be deflated i would have lay down
if i knew i was unwanted i would have died
and gotten it over with.
you don't realize how much you kill me
because i was killing myself
and you walked away.
and so i'll cut
and lay down
and die
and get it over with.
because you called me over dramatic
but really i'm just over this.
why am i crying?
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
