We all have had those moments
We all have had those times
We all are crying late
We all feel we're a disgrace
This is our story:
We stand on chairs
We drown in tubs
We take meds to feel no more
We cut our wrists
Or slit our thighs
Sometimes even our minds
We've been called ugly
We've been called fat
We've been screamed at
We've been yelled at
It hurt us so much
Till we couldn't stand it
So we always wrote a note
Starting like this:
Dear mom/dad/or even both,
Sorry I couldn't be perfect
Signed your beautiful mistake
That's the story of how we died
But what they failed to mention
Is we all did it
And did it with a smile
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
PoetryHelp, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch, I have lost my...
