It should have been me,
Not them.
They were so young, so innocent,
worth so much more than the piece of trash I am.
They never got a chance to live life,
while I did, and chose wrongly.
They are so much more valuable than me,
And seeing people like me out in the world,
It doesn't surprise me it's a bad place.
Kaven, Isaiah, I hope your happy now.
Somewhere, your big sis is thinking about you.
And wishing it was her in the grave instead.
From,
BlackShadow
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.
