You always said that you didn't like those black bracelets I wear
Well,would you much rather prefer if they were red?
I wear those as well,just underneath
Bloody bead by bead,what a beautiful decoration they are
You always said that I was fat,but I could never see that
So I thought,is it perhaps under that layer of skin?
I made that layer thinner,but all I came across was bones
Still,I carried on,perhaps it's a bit deeper after all
You said you hated that chocker around my neck
I guess you would prefer for it to be a rope?
Well here I am,just the way you like
Draped in red,clothed in bones,with a necklace of thread
You said that I should die
So this is for the better
You said you hated how I write
So I won't write this final letter.
YOU ARE READING
When they don't understand (poems)
Poezja"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...
