Burning Kingdoms

May 16, 2020

You say your ok when you don't want people to see what you're going through,

and little do they know they're looking at a broken doll, not the real you,

you've tried many times but u just get ignored,

you've tried for years but now you're done praying to the lord,

your skin starts to itch for the canvas to be red,

your killing yourself slowly cause the people and the voices in your head,

you don't see how you're loved and have people who wanna help fight,

but you turned them away locked the bathroom door that night,

your sister went up to your room banging on the door,

the door cracked open she saw you bleeding on the floor,

she ran up to her momma and daddy crying plz,

make big sissy wake up their screaming wake up plz,

but u can't hear them you're already gone,

listening to the angels but this is so wrong,

did u care how they felt, did u care what they had to see,

your little baby sister is crying someone help big sissy,

but your gone so she grows up all alone,

then she takes her own life...

another kingdom with a burned down throne...

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