She lay, shaking with anger and sadness.
A tear-stained face and hoping for the best.
Wishing for change that never came,
Praying to god she's a little sane.
She wants to die a slow and painful death.
To feel everything to the last breath.
So she took a razor blade in exchange for her morals
And then her next day is full of pain and denials.
Because she can't handle reality
Each word just another apology.
For the failure of a life she has led
And for always wanting to be dead.
Meaning no, she's not o-fucking-kay
She'll pretend she can use her airway
And, for a little while, play it safe
Even though her legs are starting to chafe
From lines of red
And go to bed.
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Poems from the heart
PoetryI let out my emotions into poetry. Most of these are sad, but some are love peoms, while others just explain my day.
