04-06-2015, 09:27 AM
I found this in my notebook, not quite sure why i wrote it or what it was about. Im pretty sure it was after my week stay in a hospital after a suicide attempt...i felt very betrayed and exposed, so those are the root feelings, i think.
When I was locked up, I trusted you
with the only knife that would hurt me,
the only secrets others couldn’t know.
You turned, gave them all to the jailer,
and walked away from my screams.
When I was locked up, I trusted you
with the only knife that would hurt me,
the only secrets others couldn’t know.
You turned, gave them all to the jailer,
and walked away from my screams.
Sometimes I feel like writing poetry and sometimes I watch Netflix. No judging.