Suicide Call
I became so lost, broken, deceived.
They tell me anything is imaginable you will receive it.
I don't believe it . Too many " if's and buts" not enough you got this
I seem to turn my fate , run away like a child , but a devil so heated
from every level of success, yes. Has its suicide call . I can feel it in
my pulse , my brain drives me insane , curled up in my bed
telling myself I'm better off dead . This 3 am suicide call.
This poem is about:
Our world