suicidal thoughts poems

Asylum

Shhh don't speak,
Listen to the floors creak,
Passing cars shine their light,
Their constant laughter gives you a fright.

The crescent moon slowly bleeds,
The faint hope you have fleas,
They don't want you, an embarrassment.
They left you here, in a prison with psychiatrists.

You should have died,
Such a waste,
They finally saw you hurting,
Instead of helping left you deserted.