One day I'll be gone,
My existence snatched from
This Earth
This Earth is a horrid,
Nasty, fucked up place
That makes you want to
Cry in a corner of a room
While dragging a blade across
Your skin
But even with all the horrid,
Nasty, and fucked up,
There are some aspects
That I want to miss
I want to miss
You
But will always remember
My heart ripped out of my chest.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
