The Hands That Kill Your Innocent Soul Poem by Brittnee Perlin

Don't you hate it when everything is going great your happy. and bam. your smile starts to get pushed down by the imaginary hands that also pull the tears out of your eyes the hands that grab your heart and tear it apart in side the hands that write down all the impossible things that will never happen and shove then in your head the hands that wrote I'm worthless across your arm with a lighter and a razor the hands that slowly kill you but really your just killing yourself. your hands that kill your innocent soul oh so slowly with the guilt and hate you feel for yourself