Poems from caitybug98
I am bipolar, I have PTSD, and I have depression. I am a suicidal hypocrite telling other people that it isn't the answer. And writing is my escape from reality. Staying Strong Always And Forever.
Every day,
I fake a smile,
I look at the world through dead eyes,
I slice up my wrists,
And I bruise my thighs,
They beckon to me,
The...
With a tortured soul,
And the look of pain in my eyes,
I put a gun to my head,
And so I say my final goodbyes.
Roses are bloody and red,
Violets are blue and crying,
I used a blade as sharp as my shattered heart,
And now they say that I'm dying.
I have been ripped apart,
Each limb from limb,
With my shattered dreams,
And my heart caving in,
Self-mutilation,
Every scar after scar,
I...
The violets are dead,
So let them be,
The roses are wilted,
So why can't you see?
You're only causing more heartache and pain,
You're not...