Writting 201: Poetry; Day Four: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment

UNTITLED POEM

(For Now)

by Gertie

All you seem to care about are my scars,

You don’t care about me wanting to jump in front of the moving cars.

Suicide is on my mind,

Wish you could be kind.

Please tell me a corny joke about being in a bar.

(Side Note: I wrote this poem back in February when I was feeling extremely suicidal. I AM NOT FEELING SUIDAL NOW)

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