You'd like to believe
That when you send me rhymes
And lyrics to songs
That I won't attempt hurting myself
That I'll be completely a-okay
You think making a poem
That flows oh-so well
Will give me a reason to live
Make me feel better about myself
You think that telling me
Not to do these things
Will help in some way
Well buckle up because
Your rhymes, rhythms, and tunes
Mean nothing to me
YOU ARE READING
If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
PoetryShitty short stories, poems, the feels.
