They say,
Suicide is a cure,
It is not,
Never, in fact,
It is an effect,
of broken strings,
and pierced chests,
that stings the heart,
and siezes the mind.
They say,
Suicide is an escape,
It is not,
No, not ever,
Jumping off the roof,
Rope as necklace,
Slitting skins open,
Do they help you,
Ease the pain,
Or just add up,
To the cracks you have?
YOU ARE READING
Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl
