Prick my skin
Needle drawing blood,
Screams are sheltered
As I lay and die in this tub.
Last thoughts flood
Through my brain
They slip thorough the door
And trickle down the drain.
As I lay dying
I see lots of swirls
As I drop my head back
Watch as I lose my curls
Red dye drips from my wrist
This is the last time my pen will write,
To think I haven't had my first kiss
As I lay here and die tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Give Me Life
PoetryA bunch of poems and shit. There probably really stupid but they're true. If you can relate to them that's great and I'm sorry.
