a suicide note:
if you haven't noticed
the scars on my hips
or the fake smiles 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?
ld
YOU ARE READING
Broken lullabies.
PoetryA cluster of poems i've found that put my emotions into words. None of these are mine.
