Being in hospital meant things were meant to change.
Nothing has.
Mum still doesn't have time for me,
Dad still expects too much from me,
Everyone at school hates me
And all my friends forgot me.
Now I only wish I'd succeeded all those months ago.
Cut out all this hospital business in the middle,
To end up in the exact same place.
A train track. A child. And one lonely scream.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
