I'm so stressed right now,
It's not even funny.
I want to tap out,
My brain is so muddy.
I'm curled in a ball,
I'm crying, you see.
I want nothing at all,
But a better me.
I try and I try,
But all I can do is fail.
I cry and I cry,
I might need you to post bail.
I might run away,
I might kill somebody.
Don't wanna deal with another day,
Watching my knuckles become bloody.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
