Go away.
That's what their eyes say.
Even though their mouths say otherwise.
Even though their words are different.
Maybe it's the way I look.
Or maybe the way I act.
More often, it's the things I say
That end up driving them away.
I didn't choose to wake up today.
I even tried not to.
Taking more pills to lull me to sleep.
But it happened anyway.
I woke up.
And believe me when I say
I don't want myself to be here any more than you do.
YOU ARE READING
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
