I can't tell the difference
Between reality and dreams
I also don't know
What my life means
Kill yourself
Is what my life said
That's how I came to know
I bleed the colour red
And I grab the same blade
I've used multiple times
And now I hold within
Many self conscious crimes
Ridding of my pain
Beging that closed locked door
And this is the reason
I'm always cleaning the floor
YOU ARE READING
Poems I've Written In 2017
PoetryIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
