Let's play a game
Called
I want to die
Here are the rules
You get no choice in your thoughts
They are your own
But they'll haunt you now
Any mirror is a bad guy
Any compliment is a lie
Everybody is out to get you
You are alone and isolated
Here is your wardrobe choices
Anything with long sleeves
Colours are up to you
Except no white
Dont want to stain
Long pants
No more lounging in your underwear
Lots of make-up
It'll hide the tear stains
Sometimes you get creative
Paint a pretty picture
In blood of course
Or some special carvings
Thighs are my favourite material
Light burning adds flare
Ragged fingernails are all the rage
Dont forget tear drops
On your goodbye letter
It adds drama
This is a private game
Remember?
Say bye to your friends
(Not like they needed you)
Bye-bye to your family
(They never wanted you)
Don't bother with the internet
(Who'd want to listen to you?)
Support groups are a waste
(They live off your misery)
Or therapy
(Leeches)
It consists mainly of black
Sometimes red
But that's just at the end
That means you win the game
You stain the bath water
The sink
The floor
Your clothes
The concrete
Extra points if you paint the walls
Congratulations!!
You played the game!!
You won the game!!
The game called
I want to die!!
So, who's next
Oh you?
Let's play a game
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are simply poems or thoughts I have. I have no idea why you'd want to read this, but if you do, don't if anything in here can cause a relapse or trigger. Most are depressing and some very short. Beware if you decide to read.
