Thoughts of You Run Through My head
Just like thoughts of suicide...
Unlike some, to me death was a gift,
Gave my tortured soul that final lift...
My heart goes out
To the lost and the broken...
Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine.
How many people will die this time...
The victim screams
And she cries out in pain...
I'm always falling
But no one catches me...
The tears will come, clouding my vision
I'll choke out a goodbye...
She speaks on and on the words draw long
my eyes see black and i can not hold back...
He hurts her
she cry's...
This one a actually wrote as a school project...
I was asked to write a poem you might find written...
Lying bleeding
Dying on the ground...
The keyboard's clacking away, but it's so loud I...
The wind's blowing hard; I've forgotten what I was...