Let's pretend that you don't exist
Lie on your back and die...
There was a time when I was little,
When I didn't feel any of this...
This tiny eyes are red
This heart beats are getting tired...
Emotional people don't commit suicide because they...
They commit suicide because they are sick of all...
Night;
the loneliest time of the day...
There's this voice in
My head that tells me...
Harboring denial in every crevice
of her skin, similar to weeds seeping...
All this damn poetry
Has rotted me to my core...
My fragile hands
Will always clench of anger...
Poor little child has no clue,
She sees her mommy smiling and thinks everything...
Heavy on my back
Are wings black as night...
My life
how do I exlain it...