You lie
You weep
You cry
You creep
You said it was all in my head,
But guess what, now I'm dead.
You claimed you didn't see the signs,
But I know you saw these red lines.
You state that I wasn't well, insane,
But you drove me to the train.
You tell me you were my friend,
But you told me to be pretend.
You're rude
You're fake
You delude
You take
You swore you didn't know when I'd take my last breath
But you were the reason for my death
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
