hang up the phone and close the door
my blood will stain the wooden floor
i was never going to be saved tonight
you shouldn't have listened when i said i was alright
the words rolled and tumbled around in my head
they didn't realise i heard what they said
they called me names and taunted me
not realising that they haunted me
school was terrible, home was worse
and now there's a body in a goddamn hearse
living a lie, wishing a death
right until my very last breath
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
