"Do it! Do it!" They said..
I'm trying to block em out
While I'm crying on my bed.
"You're worthless!" They shout.
The more I deny...
The more I cry.
I know it's true..
My deadline's surely due.
Living on borrowed time.
I thought I was worth it..
They tell you to say "I'm feeling fine."
You know you're not. You feel like shit.
"Take those pills."
"Cut your wrists."
"Kill that girl."
The voices keep adding twists.
YOU ARE READING
Gloomy Days
PoetryJust a collection of my old poems as a morbid, anger-repressed teenager. Not all of them are about blood and murder, I didn't want to put the best ones first. Keep reading!
