you stay up
all night
trying to convince
that stranger over the internet
across the seas,
or maybe even your best friend
across the street,
not to hurt themselves,
or die tonight,
but they never question
if you're alright.
so once you convince them
to not cut or commit suicide,
you're back in your room
questioning your own life.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poems
PoetryWell these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
