The beat pounds in her ears,
Her favorite singer's lyrics shaking her body,
Her lips curl in delight,
It's the only thing that blocks out her sadness now,
"Will they give me the chair, a lethal injection, or a swing from the rope if you dare...."
She's swaying now,
feeling so many emotions,
how could she ever sort them out?
Her phone's slowly dying,
like Mikey in one of their videos.
Too late, she thinks, I'm already obsessed.
To the only thing that makes me feel good anymore.
She picks up the blade,
and carves a name,
the singer's name.
Gerard Way.
Author Note: Do any of you guys know where that song line came from?
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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.
