My Unstable Poetry

Death Wish

When you hear this

on that black, solid TV of yours

You think of something different

Well, most likely because I don't know

And I don't have the right to know but I do

know your mouth works like a gun

So from where we were before, you can here

that teenage rebel say that forbidden task

was a death wish.

This is something different for me, see?

They might not be dead after the task, for

after all their mums will hug them and say oh

sweety.

In my body, I'm just avenging through death

Blood after years and years circling through me

Why can't you just reach my head,

metaphorically speaking that is

But why can't a pistol shoot me?

Because my brain has been killing me.

So when I laugh know, I wasn't meant to be

here for long

Goodbye
-Ingrid