If you haven't noticed
the scars on my hips
or the fake smile on my lips
or the forced laugh that I've adopted
or the way i don't care about the things
I used to love,
then don't you dare stand
at my grave and cry.
How can you cry for someone that
you don't even know ?
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Note
Poetry"Suicide Note" It's hard to write one when your tears are blurring your vision.
