he wants to be a writer, but every time he writes, blood spills from his wrists
she wants to be a dancer, but every time she leaps, the noose around her neck stops her short
he wants to be a firefighter, but he can't stop the burns appearing on his arms
she wants to be a chef, but she can't keep down a single bite
they all wanted to be something
an expression of creativity
more than the words written in their file
but now they're all dead
a/n
im sorry this is utter shit
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
