How stupid of me
To really believe
All that he said
Was the reality
I gave it my all
He let me fall
I hit the ground
And he stood there tall
The same old rhyme
Still rings in my mind
As I make one more slit
And wait for my time
But I cannot wait
For I have no place
I might call for help
But it will be to late
I cry myself to sleep
I can’t even eat
And the end of my battle
Will be when myself i defeat
I lay prompt on my bed
Put the gun to my head
I happily pull the trigger
Are you happy? I’m dead.
2 comments
i like how your final line includes a question. it speaks more than the words you wrote.
I miss your writing