Some days I have no clue what to do
Do I want to cry,
To wallow in my sadness?
Or punch someone,
Til the bones in my hand break?
Its sort of scary
In some kind of way
You make me simultaneously
Want to kill you
While killing myself
The anger you bubble inside me
Is unlike any other
How did I ever consider you my best friend?
I usually hear you
Talking with my "friends"
About how much you all hate me.
Little do you know
Behind your back
They speak to me
Of their hatred towards you.
To be honest
We're in this together
Our dislike of each other
Is blatantly obvious
But they act like our friends
Or like they hate us
when we turn our back.
A little notice for you
Just because my back is turned
Doesn't mean my ears are shut.
Be careful dear "friends"
One day I won't be there
To catch you
When you fall once again.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry (15+)
PoésieThe crazy world of my mind expressed in poetry. May contain content that isn't suitable for young children, such as depression/suicide/self harm.
