i just want to wanna die
let me be free, help me fly
i just want to wanna die
someone asks me if i'm OK, i lie.
look in the mirror, hate what i see
maybe that's why everyone else hates me
look inside myself, hate what i see
my soul is like the black sea
i cut my wrists and watch them bleed
i'll never get the help i need
i cut my wrists and watch them bleed
carve in words for him to read
bruises on my legs from what he did
he's the reason i always hid
bruises on my back from what he did
how could you do that? i'm only a kid
the words you say, they stick in my head
they're what i thought about as i bled
the words you say, they stick in my head
can't get over what u said
do i live up to your appeal?
been skipping every meal
do i live up to your appeal?
who cares how it makes me feel
i just want to wanna die
let me be free, help me fly
i just want to wanna die
someone asks me if i'm OK, i lie.
-Leigh
9:24 PM, December 13, 2017
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Poetry
PoetryI sometimes get random inspiration to write (sometimes horrible) poetry. So here we go.
