Mom, dad, please don't cry
But your little girl, she wants to die
Her cheeks are tear-stained from last night
And all the suicide thoughts running through her mind
She wants to escape, she just doesn't know how
Without making a sound
Mom, dad, please- don't make a scene
Because your little girl, just so happens to be me
YOU ARE READING
Feelings
PoetrySome poetry about my depression, self harm, being suicidal, and social anxiety that I've written. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book of my poetry is not to support or glorify self harm, suicide, or mental illnesses such as depression and social anxiety in...
