it's time for me to go
i'm being pulled down
i've sunk too low
i'm starting to drown
not one of them cares
please let me out
icy cold stares
can't you hear me shout?!
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
sinking so fast i break through rock bottom
it's time for me to go
i'm being pulled down
i've sunk too low
i'm starting to drown
not one of them cares
please let me out
icy cold stares
can't you hear me shout?!
