Kill
They tell you
To kill yourself
But what they don't know
Is that you've tried
Scars on your wrists
From cutting
Bruises on you neck
From strangling
Trying to escape
This cruel world
But you can't
They tell you
To kill yourself
Yet you've tried
Author's note:
This was a poem inspired when I was thinking about "the bad things in my life" (you know what I'm talking about, right?)
Thanks for reading my first poem!