Maybe my life will end tonight,
are you there,
are you listening,
do you care?
My mind is in such a scramble.
Picking up a book,
my mind lost in wonder,
the book ends,
the torture begins.
Maybe I'll start by slashing my wrists,
watching myself bleed out.
Are you listening?
Good. Maybe then you can save me.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
