Sucide Poems
The truth...
by Vakiya Glaspie
I no longer no whether I'm putting on a mask or just suffering from being severely bipolar.
You see with them im the funny one.
There to lighten up the mood with harsh jokes,
that if i heard directed to myself they would make me choke,
but know one would think I who often brags about how good i look would think I look better dead,
those words are ones I'll never claim i said.
I lay in bed so much in a dark room how could a flower ever bloom.
It can't.
Im a weed, that no one cares to re-seed
Is it weird that the people I hate the most are also the ones I love the most?
......
The truth...
by Vakiya Glaspie
I no longer no whether I'm putting on a mask or just suffering from being severely bipolar.
You see with them im the funny one.
There to lighten up the mood with harsh jokes,
that if i heard directed to myself they would make me choke,
but know one would think I who often brags about how good i look would think I look better dead,
those words are ones I'll never claim i said.
I lay in bed so much in a dark room how could a flower ever bloom.
It can't.
Im a weed, that no one cares to re-seed
Is it weird that the people I hate the most are also the ones I love the most?
......
