I stared at the wall,
with no feeling at all.
My feet over the ledge,
while my heart is on edge.
My eyes are dry,
As I try to cry.
My limbs hurt,
As the blood trickles down my shirt.
Now I'm gone,
With the feeling of being alone.
I'm on the floor,
At least I'm not hurting anymore.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Poems
PoesíaThis is just a collection of poems. I do them all, some may sound like others, but trust me they're mine. I've seen others do the same, and I would like to try. So please enjoy my book of poems :)
