A cry for help;
A sweet lullaby.
A goodnight kiss;
A blood stained knife.
In your arms,
I will not weep.
Touch my skin,
put me to sleep.
What if I'm not happy?
What if I don't belong?
Will you understand?
Will you sing me a song?
A depressed girl,
addicted to sadness.
She thought nobody cared.
Her precious life is...
madness.
~ B.M.D ~
YOU ARE READING
Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
