Poems from State of Mess
How many lives must I live
In order to be done?
I don't want to survive
Just give my life away to anyone.
There is no point,
No lesson...
Do you ever just want to be dead?
... I do.
Often.
But, I don't want it to be my fault.
I see how much it would hurt them now.
There...
Cloth can’t cover enough,
Eventually all will be exposed.
You try to sneak by,
“Don’t let them see you cry.”
The blood has a calming...