Suicidal

Suicidal
Like a label
To judge you
From your past,
You're suicidal

Freak
Like those
Pointy rib bones
Sticking outta you,
You're a freak

Crazy
Like the scars
You call war-stories
On your wrists,
You're crazy

Raw
Like your throat
From all the
Screaming unheard,
You're raw

Dead
Like the light
Washed out from
Your sad eyes,
You wish you could be
Dead