poem (anotha one)

5/19/2024

The Girl Who Killed Herself


Should I be the girl that kills herself tonight

Take all the pills in the cabinet, and throw up all night

Look in the mirror, all I see

Is the body I hate and wish I could flee

I look at the ceiling, vomit on the walls

I wish I was someone else, or not born at all

I am dead inside, but still smile with glee

Even when everybody leaves, or is uncommitted to me

Nothing I can do, will ever make me feel the same

Horrible inside, and filled with shame

But yet I lay here, still alive

Head empty and dead inside

I lack happiness, and lust for love

Squashed like a bug and smeared across a rug