Don't
Your wrists aren't paper
Don't cut them
Your heart isn't a target
So don't let it be hit
Your life ain't a game
Don't end it
Your head is not a hanger
So don't hang it
Your are a human, not a machine
You have tears, you've feelings
You bleed when you get hurt
You cry when you feel pain
People will speak
No matter what you gain
Don't let what people think come your way
You are what you are supposed to be
Anyway..
YOU ARE READING
The Sky Threw Stars
PoetryCosmos Of Emotions.. {Beginner poetry so can be really bad- || discontinued} Between the Feeling of nothing Like a Black Hole And everything Like a Full Heart There is the in-between I find myself there sometimes.. And that in-between will be found...
