I am not your puppet,
I'm not your doll.
I'm no fool,
I know when I'm being used,
And when there is no truth.
I have half a brain,
So don't blame me for your mistakes.
I am not a prize which is here just for you,
I have feelings and I am human too.
THINK ABOUT YOU
The blood that runs down my fingertips and towards the floor,
Brings numbness to my body which I can't ignore.
The pain is released,
I am in peace,
As I feel nothing at all.
There is no emotion that I can focus,
On a way to describe it to you.
I might be emotional but I can't help but think about you.
THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER
My fragile body crashes and brakes with each word you say,
I now lay in the bottom of the river,
Consumed in my doubt.
Not breathing,
Not seeing,
As you hold me down and hold the gun at the top of my head,
I see the barrel,
And then I'm dead.
Now my body lays in the bottom of the red river,
And you leave me there as if I'm just another faze.
YOU ARE READING
Words
PoetryThis is just a description it is not in the book: The water travels down your checks, Sad and broken is all I see, You have no hope, no love as you fall to your knees and brake down again. You were so happy, But now I can see it was for her Never...
