*\\~ TW: song- suicidal thoughts, self harm ~//*

Ya.

I made a poem.

I count literature as art.

Fight meh.(plz don't)

OK so my friend, IsabellaStiles (you should follow them, they are AMAZING! ), help me with it soooo... THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

anyway here is le poem!

Stop looking out that window sill

there's nothing left on these hills

the grass is cold and dead

and there is a never ending pain in your head

there is no cure out there

you life is hanging on a hair

you are going through so much pain

yet there is nothing to gain

just stand on the edge

of that once beautiful hedge,

don't let your face make a frown

as you watch the sun go down

your last. Beautiful. Sundown.

open the door,

even though your whole body is sore

take a step,

in it a little pep

turn around

there is no longer sound

feel the cold calm air

let it run through your hair

covering you completely.

just stand on that chair

and think about how life has been unfair

JUMP...

close your eyes and count to seven

when you wake you'll be in heaven.

FIN