Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words, they break my heart.
Did you ever actually love me,
Or did you hate me from the start?
With all the cruel things you throw at me,
It's no wonder I keep falling apart.
Let me tell you a little secret
So you don't have to pry.
More often than not,
All I want is to die.
So many easy ways to end myself,
Easy as pie.
Now, you may be asking yourself,
"If she wants to die so badly, then why is she still here?"
Well, let me tell you another secret.
Please lend me your ear.
The reason I am still alive
Is because of all that I hold dear.
The books that I have started
That I would never get to end,
The shows that are being prepared
That I would never get to attend,
And all the lovely animals
That I would never get to befriend.
There's one more thing that I hold dear,
The biggest of them all.
It sounds really cheesey
But it's all my friends, big and small.
These people that have been there for me
And haven't let me fall.
Thank you all for befriending me.
How hard that must have been, goodness knows.
That's all that I had left to say.
This poem's at its close.
YOU ARE READING
Nyctophilia
PoetryThis is a book that's only going to have sad poems in it. This includes the sad ones that are already in my other poetry book "All My Random Poems." If you don't like sad and possibly depressing things, then don't read this book.
