If you were asked today,
if you loved yourself
and if your answer was nay,
then consequences will be dealt.
Would you answer honestly?
Would your answer be true?
Would you wait and see,
just what would they do?
Would you just let them shoot you?
All because of your self loathe?
Then all you could do,
is let your blood ruin your clothes.
All because you thought your not pretty
or maybe, your teeth were a little crooked.
You need to let yourself be,
remember you were made imperfect.
You might now be in a life
or death situation, love.
You don't want to die,
for your looks, trust me, love.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry.
PoetryPoem all written by Paintingtheworldgray, they are older and some are newer. Don't read unless you like depressing poetry. The cover is not real blood, I made it with Fruit Punch Kool-Aid, so no worries yeah?