Dying
It's been a while since I've cried myself to sleep...
I go to a funeral
a dead man...
Staring out my window,
laying on my bed...
Behind my happy eyes
I want to die...
Sometimes i feel like i can erase
All the things that i learned...
(This poem means a lot to me.. it's for my nan..)
I've known for a while that the end is near...
(reallly not my best.)
Black eye-liner and fake hair-dye...
Pictures of reality
Flashing through my mind...
I dont know
Whats happened to me...
I wonder if the rain is just evaporated tears.
It would explain why so many fall from the sky...
I'm fine, I'm okay,
Don't mind me, I'm happy...
Why do we fight I ask myself everyday
we shared years together and now were both astray...