"Please just shut up"
I know it's all in my head
But they don't ever sleep
Trevor, my dearest scissors that I use to scar my skin
Von, suicide, a chance that's always available
Blair, the cuts that are deeper than you think
There's another but I'd rather not address them
They've done enough to ruin my life
I'm sitting here going insane
As the world revolves without a small gaze in my direction
Maybe it's all my imagination
Maybe it's not worth it anymore
Maybe I'll make
"Just one more"
YOU ARE READING
An Unfinished Apology
PoetryPoetry not meant for those with weak minds and pure hearts.