Offended by my own hand
Can't even stand it
The cries of my own demands
Ridiculous reprimanding
Too hard on myself
Yet not hard enough
Laugh to keep from crying
Try to hold the truth and stuff
People call my bluff
Pretty smile hides a psycho
If hell wasn't real
Would killing myself be a crime though?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hidden Pride
PoesíaYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
