Path Too Hell

Path Too Hell

One two,
They’ll kill you.
Three four,
I never swore.
Five six,
My feelings are mixed.
Seven eight,
You’ll see the hate.
Nine ten,
The pain again.
As I commit these sins,
And hurt myself.
I think of you,
And the pain you cause.
You’re no friend,
I hate what you done.
I’m so alone again,
I should of done better then you.
How stupid I was for loving you,
You don’t know anything about me.
Or how much pain you caused,
You never cared.
The rose was black,
Just like your heart.

By Fred Smith