A hole in the ceiling,
The way that I'm feeling,
Confused as fuck,
It's just my luck.
And tell me what's worse,
Being happy, or hating yourself.
Feeling alone or happy that no one can hurt you anymore.
So I'm sorry if I offended you,
I'm not a prototype,
I'm something new.
Fresh meat for the world to devour,
A wish come through.
Sometimes it gets quiet lonely,
Even when your around others,
But being by yourself self has its beauty,
It pays to be an outsider.
YOU ARE READING
suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
