counting with a sad person
one, two
start the day new
three, four
150 cals, no more
five, six
i dont need to be fixed
seven, eight
youre all too late
nine, ten
never wake again
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741