There's evil thoughts
Inside my head
I really wish
That I was dead
No one to wipe tears
When I cry
No one will miss me
So why not die?
I can't see this happening
Within future sight
But it's the thought that counts
Now isn't that right?
YOU ARE READING
When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
