Day 4 still making shitty poem things ^_^

January 6th, 2017by shatterediris

Welp day 4 -_-

 

I’m cold, chills run down my spine

I’m mold, sour as a brine

But you know, it is no crime

To lie and say I am just fine

I lie in bed awake and cry

Until I start to quake and die

Why do I even try?

Why can’t I simply die?

Jump out the window and seal

My fate, go splat and congeal

I can’t wait, there are no brakes

Knees like jello, my heart aches

I am so mellow with this hate

Of myself and all the others

It won’t make me kill my mother

But I still feel smothered

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