I lay there
supposed to be dead...
The silence is killing me,
hold me as i die...
Were should i go is not the question
the question you need to ask your self is...
This is my first poem and i'm really nervous about...
No one understands these feelings...
I sit here in the winds of December,
Trying only to remember...
I take some water
I take some pills...
Take my ripped and tainted heart
Glue it back together with your lies...
My tears always fall
Burning my face as they roll down...
Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right...
I saw that you did it,
So I played fallow the leader...
Just the sight of it
Starting at her wrists...
If you can hear me cry then the days of my life...
My heart and mind twisted and bended...