When I was 5 years old
My mom always told me that happiness was the key to life
When I went to school
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
I wrote down "happy"
They told me I didn't understand the assignment
And I told them they didn't understand life
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
