Poetry Blogs (2018, suicidal)
Sitting on the kitchen floor
in the middle of the night
Pill packets to the left of me
and a knife just to the right
I was young, I was broken
I felt I couldn’t win the fight
Hopeless and desperate
I wanted a way out of this life
This wasn’t something new
there had been many other times
But usually the prescription drugs
were enough to suppress the crime
Tuesday 29th May 2018 1:00 am
I see it everywhere,
being laughed about, tormented
If only it could be prevented.
This generation needs to grow up
stop being so damn sensitive
a bunch of babies who can’t cope
well how about you stop being so damn negative?
Ha, wait, is that a trigger?
Not yet, but it will be
when you realize you’re the killer
Wednesday 4th April 2018 3:42 am
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